Bittersweet

I've started to miss life in Pcola (or 'Shit-cola' as hubby's friend calls it, haha, you'd laugh if you ever lived in Pcola and then visited Tampa, or Orlando or heck, even my current city of Destin). And it's not that I miss Shit-cola Pcola as a city, I simply miss Pcola for all the memories we made there. I felt like an unbreakable family there (meaning we'd never be physically apart). We were all together there. Every seat was filled at the dinner table every evening. Every bed had a warm body in it at the end of every night. The five of us, in all our chaotic glory, were there, together, and I miss that. For me, Pensacola represents happiness and hope. It makes me think of the beautiful, silly, happy, laughing, perfectly unperfect family that I have been blessed with. *Below are pictures of our last night in Pensacola together. 

In a few weeks we will find out our next stop in this unpredictable journey of ours. And whether we get to go together or not is out of our hands. But I have faith that God knows exactly what He's doing anytime He 'separates' the five of us. And while I may not understand it now, I know it's a very important part of His ultimate plan for us Rumbargers. 

Some days, it honestly seems like things aren't going our way - many times I wish we could be a 'normal family,' one that buys a house that we will live in until we are old and gray. One that can drive across town to our parents' home for dinner every Sunday. One that doesn't deploy every year. One that doesn't have to be apart if we don't want to. But then I realize that things don't 'go wrong.' Things go exactly according to God's plan. He is pulling for us. And "If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31

Xo,

Lor