One of the challenges of being in the military is that family isn’t always close by. I sometimes struggle with discontent when hearing of moms who have the luxury of handing of the kids to grandma on occasion, or who have the privilege (as do a number of families in our church) of attending church with parents and grandparents and siblings and their families.
God could have sent us to a base near family, but He chose not to. Perhaps if I were close to family, I wouldn’t appreciate the body of Christ as much. Maybe I wouldn’t seek godly friends if sisters-in-law were within driving distance. I really don’t know why God does what he does, but I do know that God delights in my dependence on him. He is pleased when the body of Christ functions as a family.
I have been delighted to know that he has placed friends and other believers here for me; they are an encouragement to me. I’m so thankful for all the people I’ve been able to meet as a result of being transplanted in the dusty Chihuahuan desert.