A Real-Life Love Offering

Yesterday, my husband reenlisted in the army.

For how long you ask? Six. Whole. Years.

So for all of you wonderful friends that ask when we are “getting out” of the army? It’s gonna be a while. The signed paper says so.

I wasn’t in a great mood yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I love (and support) my husband with all I am. And my crappy mood really had little to do with the whole re-enlistment thing. But it was just one of those days.

I was/am fighting a cold that my husband contracted from the germy privates he is training, which he so generously shared with me. (It happens every red phase. Almost all of the wives/families in our company are ill. Airborne, anyone?)

In addition to feeling like poo, the reenlistment ceremony was at 1300 yesterday afternoon. (That’s 1pm for all of you non-military folks.) Yeah, right smack dab in the middle of the day… Which really jacked up my schedule. I really don’t enjoy when the army messes with my battle plan, especially when it involves me missing out on the majority of a day of work on a week that we have a huge project to work on.

Oh. Did I mention the ceremony was outside? In the sun. At 1300. In Georgia. And I didn’t dress appropriately because it was only supposed to get up to 75 and was about 47 when I left the house that morning. But the 86 degree temp and sweat through my long sleeved blouse proved otherwise. Sigh.

As I sat there trying to sweat as un-awkwardly as possible, I was overcome with emotion. Now, before you think I am softy, I should clarify what kinds of emotions. Pity. Annoyance. A tiny smidge of pride. Fear. This reenlistment kind of snuck up on me– and not that I ever planned that we were getting out of the army, but talking about it and actually signing the paperwork (for six years!) are two different discussions.

I was just in a grumpy (sweaty) mood most of the early afternoon. But suddenly I was struck with the thought…  I sure am being an ungrateful little heifer today. It was like a Jesus lightening bolt. Every had one of those?  I remembered Easter was just two days ago. Jesus did A LOT more than just sit in the sun and agree to follow the army for (at least) six more years.

He gave us His life for us. Bled for us. Hung on the cross. Died.   It was a real-life love offering for you, me and all of mankind. A sacrifice that I can’t even comprehend.

Now I’m not downplaying my beloved’s reenlistment contract or his commitment to our country/family. After all, it is a big life event– and if it matters to us, it matters to God.  I love my husband with everything I have, second to Jesus. I will support him and follow wherever God leads us in the army. But it is Christ’s love for us that helps me realize the sacrifice required to love another person.

America!

People always tell me “I don’t know how you do it.” Well, I don’t know either. Other than Jesus. He is a constant reminder of HOW I am supposed to live, love and honor my husband, no matter how many years we will be serving in the United States Infantry, where we go or how we get there.

I do it because Christ died for me. This is my way of giving my God-chosen husband my own real-life love offering.

Can I get a Hooah,
SGK

“This is how we’ve come to understand and experience love: Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves.” 1 John 3:16 (MSG)

PS: Do you have something or someone in your life that you regularly give a “real-life love offering” to? I would love to hear about it… Comment here. 

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12 thoughts on “A Real-Life Love Offering

  1. kelliwommack

    Hooah! God is so good to convict, but not condemn. He is so good to speak when we need a little talk. praise God he is with us and for us and in us!

  2. Hi Sharita – ok, so I’m South African and don’t get the whole hooah thing (except from the movies we see 🙂 ) but I can relate to the whole being supportive thing and not being overly excited about it. God will honour your support! He will honour your sacrifices and He will honour your honesty. Great post and I pray that the next 6 years are some of the best you EVER have.
    God bless and thank you for linking up. Love seeing you there and hope to see you there next week.
    Tracy

    • Thanks for your encouragement, Tracy. Most of the time I am all about the ra-ra-shish-koom-bah of supporting my beloved– but I guess the cold medication wasn’t helping yesterday ha ha! Blessings to you!

  3. Hooah! From a wife of a retired soldier…22 years of Army moving, sacrifices, challenges, and wonderful memories! Stick with it, girl! No one said it was easy, but looking back it was worth it.

    • Thank you for your 22 years of Army glory, Gail! I told beloved when we were first dating that I would never ask him to give this up as long as he loved it and still excelled at it… looks like we are in it for the long haul. After all, you are very correct– nothing worth having every comes easy 🙂 Thanks for your service!

  4. Momma Lex

    Hooah from your soldiers’ momma!! I am so proud of both of you and the obedience you are giving to your Commanding Officer-God. “America!!”

    • Thanks Ma! And I am so incredibly thankful that God is in charge of our missions… because sometimes “army logic” is kind of questionable 😉

  5. brandibuzzard

    Hooah! I miss you – and everytime I read the blog (which is every day) I’m inspired to be a better wife and a better Christian. Thanks Shamiqua

    • Oh Turkey Buzzard, I miss you! It’s been forever since I’ve been called “Shamiqua.” So glad these words speak to you–and thank you for being such a great cheerleader for this ministry!

  6. I respect and appreciate yours and your husband’s service to our country. The wife is just a much a part of the service as the enlisted man. Keep up the good work and thanks for all then encouraging words today.

    P.S. My hubby and I have adopted a Marine who was stationed in our old town before he went to Hawaii. “Jer” has become a part of our family and we say with pride “Our boy is a Marine”.

  7. HooRah SISTA!!!
    (o:
    HooRah!!!

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