It’s PCS Season, or Permanent Change of Station in military-speak. For most of us, regardless of how seasoned we are in this nomadic lifestyle, it can mean packing, crying, and saying goodbye. By mid-summer of any given year, those that are moving to the next assignment have had their worldly possessions boxed, labeled and crammed into large trucks, with either a stateside or an overseas location as the next place they’ll be opened. The farewell dinners have been given at units and chapels, and there have been tears. Even if they are not cried in a public place, there have been tears. At least with me, there are always tears and this hard tugging on my heartstrings. Saying goodbye….probably one of the hardest things to do in this life. Most of the time I just say, “see you later.” Many times that actually happens as assignments again intersect and a second phase of the relationship can continue. With some of our things still in boxes in the garage from four years ago, I’m just glad it’s not our year to move. I mean, to PCS. I think this is a good time to continue to pray, care and share with others about our experiences. Maybe it’s an opportunity to plan, conserve and save our resources. Or this blog just might be the perfect place for me to publish, create and submit my ideas. Regardless, I’m thinking that PCS can be a time to grow personally, corporately, and spiritually. God bless you on your journey. You’ll always have a home with us in PWOC.
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