Braggy Brag Brag

First of all, I'd like to think that my life's escaping out from under me is something of an optical illusion.  Not unlike faux missiles who some say are really jet liners. 

But I can't be sure. 

What I can be sure of is that sometimes my schedule feels like it's been hit by a missile.

And that I'm having one of those sometimes.

{Heaving a heavy sigh.}

Anyway.

I'm going indulge my humility in a cardinal sin.  If you don't mind.

I'm going to do a little bragging for my Mr. B, because in all honesty, if I don't, it won't get done.  And that would be a shame.

Don't judge me. 

I like to think of this as righteous pride.

But, because I believe in the right of privacy (despite the fact that I willingly own a blog), I'm going to be somewhat vague.  No offense.

So, when we pulled into South Bend some six months ago, trailer in tow, we were a little dazed.  Everything had happened so fast and we were still kind of reeling from all of the changes that had just taken place. 

One night, amidst our week of hotel hopping because we were homeless, we sat in the bare room of an extended-stay hotel eating Jimmy John's (it was my first Beach Club, and from that moment I think I was addicted), and talked.  A real tell-all.  My husband was kind of feeling a little bit of uncertainty about the whole deal.  Kind of wondering if the right decisions were made.  Having had one of those I-know-we're-supposed-to-be-here confirming moments well before we ever reached South Bend, I listened to him talk, calmly.  (Without such assurances, I can assure you that it would not have been such a calm conversation.) 

He was hoping that he could put his whole heart into this opportunity that was before him.  But, given his present uncertainty, wasn't sure how.  He then told me about this really great thing that he had heard about during his orientation.  Something that kind of sparked some fire in him.

And so we chatted about it.

We decided that this thing needed to be his goal and his passion, and that everything else would fall into place, as it should.

And so he did.

And did he ever.

In the last six months, he has done the best he can and then some.  He's been a real Rocky Balboa. (Although I still can't get him to run up the stairs of the Main Building on campus...apparently if you're a student and do that, you're jinxed.)  He's been passionate.  He's been tough.  And he's taken a bit of a beating in trying to achieve his goal.

Well, yesterday, we found out that he has taken on some stiff competition and has come off conqueror!!

He has reached his goal!

At least the first and hardest part of it--the rest of it will play-out over the next six months.

This little wife is so proud she can't hardly keep her mouth shut! (Much to her husband's embarrassment.)

I just want to not only give props to the man I love, but to acknowledge how blessed we both have been over the past couple of years.  Heavenly Father has seen it fit to bless us with many of the desires of our hearts.  Things don't always work out exactly as planned, and life has certainly not been without its challenges--in all shapes and colors.  But, I feel so blessed to know that there is a God in Heaven who hears our prayers and wants to bless us--often times with what we want, and often times with what we don't yet know we want.

So, pardon my bragging, but I couldn't help myself.

PS  I've repented of my lack of tenacity in my own goal-achieving and have made recompense here.