Beth Moore posed this question at the start of last weeks Bible study.
I really want to know what year, or years in your life changed you?
You could post it in a comment, or blog about it at your site, but i want to read about it, so let me know.
Thanks AWTM
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2006 - My family and I were finally living in a duty station that was close to home (within 2 hours). I had 2 happy and healthy children, a brand new house (our first), a good job close to home and childcare and a husband that I loved who finally got his chance to be deployed to Iraq. He died on Memorial Day of that year in Baghdad. The day before I felt that I was on top of the world only to be brought to my knees within hours. My life changed forever that year and in doing so changed me. I am no longer the care free person I was before. I'm constantly looking for the other shoe to drop. I am a pessimist beyond all others. But can you blame me? I was living a dream life only to be given a rude awakening.
-Jennifer F.
Oy, Jennifer, that's a hard one to follow...nothing stacks up. I am so sorry for your loss.
I would say 2008. Deciding in January to start a family, getting all ramped up to be parents, watching nine months tick away with no pregnancy in sight, then ecstatically getting pregnant...only to have the baby die right before Christmas.
The years since then have kinda stunk too, but that was when I realized that I had no control. I had had control over everything in my life up until that point.
November, 2001 - 2007? A diagnosis of cancer for your 11 year old puts you into a completely different mode of operation. Through six years, two relapses and two bone marrow transplants everything focused on fighting and beating this disease which was stealing his youth.
Although he is still affected by it, he is relatively normal and, best of all, healthy. Life, however, will never be the same.
Guess I would say 2009, since I made a huge decision to become single. I never thought I could do it on my own, but looks like I am proving everyone wrong. It was a very difficult year for me, but I am looking for a much better 2010 and leaving 2009 behind me.
Oh, my. After Jennifer's post, I feel guilty about talking about mine. I guess 2009 was the one that changed me the most.
You can read about it here: http://wifeofasailor.com/2010/01/01/good-ol-2009/
I was thinking and thinking about this, but I don't think I have a year that stands out as having changed me. I mean, sure, there was 1995 when I graduated college, got married, moved across the country, got my first career-type job and fell in love with the Air Force wife life, but I don't really feel like that changed me. It only chnaged my circumstances, but I was still the same person, only grown a little.
The same goes for the years I had kids and the year my husband first deployed. There was growth, for sure. But not change.
I guess like a lot of people, I haven't faced real tragedy. I've only brushed up against other people's. Maybe that's why I feel that way.
I do not think it has to be a series of bad events, they could be good ones...just food for thought
Also Jennifer, my prayers go out to you, and your family...and your sacrifice. Please know I will say a prayer for you tonight
I'll have to think on this. The year my dh deployed after my daughter was born comes to mind. It was challenging and rewarding in ways I'd never expected.
I joined the Army (in secret) the day after I graduated Hisgh school. Best decision I ever made. I learned hard lessons, but it did not change the me I knew or who I am. I can only say that what I know and learn are passed forward without bitterness or regret. I do have one single regret. That I did not stay in the military until I could retire. I have missed it every. single. day. The friends, lessons, comradeship follow me daily. That is a tough act to follow! Hooah!
DefendUSA...why does typepad not like me? :)
I'm late to this party, but I'll share. :)
It's more of a single day that changed my life...twice.
February 8, 1988, my 12-year-old brother committed suicide. He was my only sibling; I was 15. That year, and some subsequent to that, changed my life in unimaginably painful ways.
Exactly 20 years later, on February 8, 2008, I went on the most beautiful, amazing, you-know-it-right-away first date with the incredible man who is now my husband.
Our God, AWTM, is a redeemer even of memories....
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