My cousin was 5 years old when we got married 18 years ago. She was an adorable flower girl in our wedding. Most of our lives we have lived a few states away from each other, but when we moved up to the Seattle area, I got to know her a little bit better. She no longer lives nearby, but I think and pray for her often.
It’s usually on the days when I’m really lonely and struggling with the long hours of a chef that I think of her and pray for her. Her husband is not a chef (although he cooks very well), but is deployed in the Army. So while I sit at home, lonely and depressed about my husband who is working long hours an hour away from our house, I am reminded of her and many others, who have husbands on the other side of the world who will not be home for months.
That kind of puts a different perspective on my feelings at the moment.
Yes, there are many days and nights that I am lonely. But I could always get in the car and drive an hour (which seems like an ETERNITY with our 3 kids) and see my chef/husband. He would stop what he was doing and say hello and make sure we were OK.
She can’t just hop in the car when she is lonely.
I can’t imagine that.
Every time I think of her I pray for her.
I pray that God will supply all her needs while her husband is away and when he returns (Philippians 4:19). I pray that she will find friends who will be as close as family that she can hang out with and celebrate with on holidays. I pray for peace and comfort for her as I imagine she often worries about her husband’s safety (Philippians 4:6).
I’m sure it’s REALLY tough! And just like many people can’t really know what it’s like to be married to a chef because they haven’t lived it, I can’t truly understand the loneliness she must feel having a husband deployed on the other side of the world and living so far away from family. I haven’t lived it.
All of a sudden my husband’s long hours don’t seem quite as bad.
Don’t get me wrong. The hours still stink. I still wish he could be home more. I’m still lonely, even with 3 very talkative kids around. But he’s only an hour away.
This just puts the long hours of a chef in perspective and takes me out of my little bubble I live in up here in gloomy doomy Seattle. (I love the clouds and rain. Really. I do.)
Thinking of my cousin and her husband helps me think a bit differently each time I start to have a little pity party for myself. An hour away is nothing compared to the other side of the globe. Even though my husband will be home at O Dark Hundred tonight after working 15+ hours, he will still come home and crawl into bed next to me (Lord willing). For the most part, I do not worry about his safety (except the occasional night when he is really late and I wake up in a panic, remembering the night he fell asleep on the way home from work and broke his back.) My little pity party should probably stop or at least greatly diminish.
So to my sweet cousin, please know that I think and pray for you often, even though I don’t write, call or message you on Facebook very often. I know you are not alone as a military wife, just as I am not alone as a chef’s wife. Thank you for the sacrifices that both you and your husband make for our country. I’m sorry that so many of us in this country take both of you and our freedom for granted. While I can not imagine what both you and your husband go through on a daily basis being so for apart, thank you for enduring it all. Please know that you are not alone.
Now I know that many of you reading are not married to a chef, but to someone in another profession who also works long hours. I’ve heard from many of you and know you get what I’m saying. It somehow helps knowing we are not the only ones feeling lonely because of long hours our spouses or significant others work.
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