Wide Open

It’s happens more than he would like to admit.

On a Sunday night a couple of weeks ago, I came home from teaching a class at church. I pulled into the driveway at about 8pm and noticed that the garage door on my husband’s side was open. “Ok,” I thought. “I bet he is still digging for random equipment and packing for Ranger school.” 

I parked my car and soon realized that his truck door was also standing wide open. “Huh. He must have ran an armful of stuff into the house. Bet he will be back in a minute.” 

I walked in the side door into the kitchen. Two cabinet doors are open, as well as the silverware drawer. Ok. Either we have been pseudo-robbed or my husband saw something shiny because he is no where in sight. My curiosity piqued, I meandered into the living room. There is my beloved, laying the couch, enjoying man time watch some goofy nature survival show on Netflix.

“Ahem… Um… Darling? Are you DONE in the garage?”

“Oh yeah, babe, been done for quite a while. Why?”

“Would you mind getting up and shutting everything? Seriously.”

 As I walked (ok, stomped) back into the kitchen, I turned around and looked across the room. The deep freezer. Lid up. Random pieces of food scattered. Standing. Wide. Open. BAH!

I love my husband. I really, really do. But his man-nerisms (get it? MANnerisms?) sometimes drive me up the wall.

Like his habit of leaving everything WIDE OPEN. Like his insistence to “combat park” everywhere we go (aka, back into the parking space.) How he can make toast for breakfast in the morning and somehow leave a huge mess on the counter.

I love him.

Trying to remember WHY he left the freezer open...

I was hanging out with another infantry wife a few weeks ago while her husband was still at Ranger school and my husband was working (another) overnight duty. I was joking about Brandon’s little MANnerisms, leaving his stuff around the house making messes. But I also shared with her an epiphany I had… I have learned to appreciate those little messes, because those messes meant he was still around.

Last week, I was talking on the phone to a friend from back home about what it is like to be an army spouse. I shared with her our “story” of a deployment, the army schools, separations, the default answer to all questions of army logic, which is “I don’t know why the army did that…”

The last question she asked me was “What do you like most about being married to a soldier?” I didn’t hesitate. “We never take each other for granted.”

Being an army spouse FORCES me to trust and depend on God, totally, fully, completely. There is no other option. Especially on days like today. My beloved is leaving for Ranger School.  Which means those aforementioned little messes will be disappearing for a few months. It means that I am not going to find a completely melted container of ice cream left out on the counter when I wake up in the morning because he forgot to put it back in the freezer.

Instead of the cabinets being wide open, my heart is going to be wide open. More than normal. It’s going to be wide open to receive all God has planned for me during this time apart from my beloved. Wide open to experience love, mercy and grace in its highest form. Wide open with an attitude of gratitude for my Lord, my husband and our marriage. And on the days where things seem a little bit too “together” or organized, I might just leave some cabinets wide open…on purpose. Then get down on my knees and praise Him  for those pesky open cabinets and treasured open hearts.

Thankful in all circumstances,


You need to know, friends, that thanking God over and over for you is not only a pleasure; it’s a must. We have to do it. Your faith is growing phenomenally; your love for each other is developing wonderfully. Why, it’s only right that we give thanks. We’re so proud of you; you’re so steady and determined in your faith despite all the hard times that have come down on you. We tell everyone we meet in the churches all about you.” 2 Thessalonians 1:3-4 (MSG) 

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12 thoughts on “Wide Open

  1. "Favorite" Aunt Jackie : )

    Ahhh, that’s my Barn, at least the Army hasn’t changed everything!!!! Have you awakened to the house filled with smoke cuz he fell asleep in the recliner after he put a pizza in the oven : )

    • Oh now that just cracks me up! No, I have not yet experienced that… probably because I do a final sweep of the house before we go to sleep so we don’t burn the house down.

  2. Mamma Lex

    My precious daughter in love~~Your story made me smile and wonder if his dad gave birth to Brandon instead of me…Daddy D does has the same habit of either leaving doors/drawers/etc open or gives them a half push and hopes they go shut (which is kind of hard when there is a t-shirt half hanging out of the drawer)…when I’m sure he doesn’t do this at work. Sometimes it drives me nuts and I let him know it, but like you sometimes when he is gone for a week I kind of miss having to dodge around those open doors and I realize that there are far worse crosses to bear and I say, ok Lord, give me patience to let go of the little things and I just go on loving him. But don’t tell him I said that 🙂 I prayed for you and Brandon all the way to work this morning and I am as certain as you are that God will carry you through this time of separation and your reunion will be sweet. When I asked my sweet son how to pray for him he said to pray for you first….so like him to always be thinking of others first. To God be the glory!! You know I am only a call, text or email away and always in prayer for you both!! Love you.

    • Thanks for the love and support, Ma… I am looking forward to excessive amounts of Georgia Jesus time in his absence. Keep praying… I know I will! Love you so much.

  3. robin k

    I love that you call it the deep freezer. It reminds me of my Midwest upbringing. But our family called it ‘the deep freeze.’

    • Yep, it is definitely a “midwestern” thing… I actually say “deep freeze” too but wanted to be a little more specific for my other regional readers so they wouldn’t think I was talking about a tundra freezing deeply 😉 HA.

  4. Brandi Buzzard

    Hyatt does the same thing and I never thought of it from the point of view ‘well at least he’s here’ so I’ll now have to change my form of thinking.

    Once again, your words are eye-opening. Miss you!

    p.s. I combat park everywhere I go, too. It’s a truck thing. Does Barn have a truck?

    • Brandon has an S-10 truck with shell on the back… So I guess he sorta has a truck? However he combat parks everything, including our little Pontiac Vibe. He says it is because 1) the army trained him to do that and 2) in case of a zombie attack.

      Zombies. Ug. Forgot to add that to his MANnerisms.

      So glad my perspective struck a cord with you… thanks so much for commenting and retweeting, friend. You are such a stellar supporter!

  5. I hope it’s ok with you, but I found myself laughing out loud through this. Laughing with you, right? 🙂

    And that photo. Oh girl … you’ve got a GREAT sense of humor and a beautiful outlook on life. I am so delighted that you linked up with the community. 🙂

    • Of course laughter is ok with me… Other than blessing hearts and glorifying God, it’s why I write. I can’t help but laugh at my beloved. (Even now… as I realized he at all of my granola before departing. So much for my yogurt parfait Monday morning breakfast idea. I love him. I really do.)

      Thanks for your encouragement, Jennifer! You’ve got a great thing going and I look forward to linking up again soon.

  6. Brandon

    Nww that we have a child, I will forget to put a diaper on her when i clothe her. Ive only done that once, before anything happened. Thank the Lord.
    Love you Sharita with all my heart

    • Ha ha, you are too precious.

      Oh. When I got up this morning, the back door was wide open and so was the fence. You are precious. Love you too, my Beloved!

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