I’ve Narrowed It Down


I know I keep writing about what God’s voice sounds like to me, I’ve done it here and also here.  Ok, so the title is a bit off, I’m not actually getting anything narrowed down I just wanted to have different title.  I didn’t want it to be the boring 3rd part in a trilogy, the ever so boring title “God’s Voice, part III”.  I mean, really?  Who’d want to read that?  The new one is much more mysterious, more exciting.  Don’t you think it’s like “ohhhhhhh, what did Brent do now?”  Maybe?

Anyway, let’s get to it.  So just to recap, God’s voice sounds like the TV or TV shows…ummmm…detailer…and just as an added emphasis possibly a website.

Wow that was quick, whatever who cares it’s a recap, it’s supposed to be quick.  Now for the real story.  So, the other day…I was putting the boys to bed and I usually get a request from one or both of “Dad will you lay down with me for  a couple of minutes”, or “Dat, nay doun me”, I think there may be more words in that last one but Quinn’s enunciation is not quite up to Jake’s level, but then again, I don’t think I’m at Jakes level either.  So I lay down with Quinn first, it’s part of a strategy, if I start out with Quinn, when I lay down with Jake I will still be in the room with Quinn and maybe he won’t need me to lay down some more with him when I get up to go down stairs, does that make any sense?  So, this night, by the time I get to lay down with Jake, it’s more than a few minutes later, I MIGHT, have dozed off.  Jake is pretty much asleep and stirs a bit when I get into bed with him, he rolls over, gives me a big hug and says…”It’s ok dad, Sandy Eggo is better than Whidbey Island anyway.”

I said “Thanks buddy” and gave him a big hug and a kiss lay there for 30 seconds and ran downstairs to tell Jo what had just happened.  Of course she is amazed and we were both like…well…WOW (which of course should not be confused with WoW or World of Warcraft)  How amazing is that?  …Ok, but that’s not all…

So the other night we’re watching the Olympics on the TV.  Of course we were since we can’t actually be THERE watching them it has to be on TV.   Duh.  Anyway, this commercial comes on…Ok, we need a little bit of back ground…Jo and I have been thinking about buying a house.  We want someplace close to base but not that close, we want some place safe, we want someplace where there are things to do for the kids but not so far away that it makes a trip into town an impossibility.  We’ve fou…ok, ok, Jo has found a couple of places that fit the bill.  One such place is called Jamul, and it is almost directly east of Sandy Eggo, 8 acres, nice house.  The other one, and Jo’s favorite is in a place called Santee, the house is cheaper, it is near a chain of stocked lakes with trout and something else for fishing, there are some kids nature classes and more all within an easy walk from the house.  We’ve prayed about what to do because it is such a huge step and we don’t know what the plan is.  With Whidbey Island we knew we were going to stay there, with Sandy Eggo we are sure we aren’t but aren’t that sure.  Back to the story…I…we, were doing our usual watching of TV during the commercial, not paying any attention because it’s AFN(Armed Forces Network), not the best commercials.  So you can understand, I either skip the Superbowl all together or I watch the Superbowl not for the commercials but because I am hoping to see an amazing game.  All of a sudden I look up and I am watching all these people scroll across the TV from left to right…I can see their name tapes…Smith…Jones…Fredrickson…Santee…Phil…wait a minute…I look over at Jo and just simply ask “did you see that” she actually missed all the other name and just looked up in time to see Santee.

At this point there has not been any more discussion about Sandy Eggo, I think at this point we are both shocked and amazed.




Until a week or so ago I didn’t even know Santee was a place, never heard of it before.  Now it’s on a guys uniform?  And I’m sure it’s not just because we are thinking about buying a house there, that I am “tuned” into the word.  I tend to see people names on their uniforms in the military just because it’s their name and I want to see if they are out of uniform.

At this point, I think we’ve surrendered to God’s will.  We are waiting for orders, we are waiting to find out for sure where we are going and what we are doing, where He want’s to send us, to do what He want’s us to do.  We’ve stopped looking on the internet for houses, we’ve only been preparing for a move.  Selling some stuff, straightening up some rooms for easy packing.  And what a great feeling, to know that we are in such loving hands, such powerful hands.


My Wife….


My wife…is about the most amazing person I know.  She is truly a SUPERHERO to my boys, the girls and me.  Here is what makes her super….

This weekend she had her dreams crushed, I mean destroyed.  She has a picture of our lives and what she wants out of life and how we should be living.  She wants to raise her own chickens, if we could find the land to do it, she’d raise her own cows both for eating and milking.  There would definitely be some sort of garden and probably it would be significant.  We would go to farmers markets and personally know a fishmonger, a butcher and a baker.  We would not have HFCS in our diet, nor would we have Xantham Gum, Monosodium Glutimate(MSG), or maltodextrin.  We would like to eat “Hippie” and with all the other stuff be “Hippie”, to include live in a veritable “Hippie” place.  That was Whidbey Island for Jo.  She has more websites from her research of the place in her bookmarks than I’ve ever had in my life.  She has been researching for months and within the space of one day had it all taken away….

She called her parents, cried, was sad and hasn’t done the dishes.  This is since Friday night…LATE.  Today is Tuesday.  So this is, like, 3 days later.  Now for the new place, she has a website list that rivals (possibly beats) the Whidbey Island list.  She’s already found a place for us to get grass finished beef, she’s found a place for us to live…while we are looking for a house to buy.  She has found schools for the kids to go (Japanese) which are probably to expensive to enroll them into.  She has met with several people, sent e-mails and chatted…did I forget to mention I got sick today, I was going to be a good husband and do the dishes for her.  I got sick, and SHE did the dishes for ME.

She is my friend and the mother to my kids.  She is the keeper and caretaker of my family, she pushes me to new levels, new limits.  I’m back in college, Jake will have an easier time learning Japanese in the future, Quinn is the strongest most coordinated kid in his gymnastics class, and Kira is BE-E -A-U-TIFUL.


God’s Voice Also Sounds Like….


My schedule lets me have 24 hours off in the middle of my string.  That means I have 2 days on, then I’m off for 24 hours, then I have 2 nights, then I’m off for 4 days(a.k.a. my 96)  I used to stay up really late and then try to sleep all day before my nights, but I’ve been having a hard time staying up late enough, and my sleep gets all messed up.  The new strategy I’ve been using the last several months is, I come home from my 2nd day and go to bed, then I wake up(usually) at like 2 am, then I try to go to sleep at 9 or 10 later that morning.  Clear as tapioca pudding, right?

Anyway,  Friday was my 24 (the night I come home and go to bed and wake up really early).  The day before, I had gotten an e-mail from my detailer (guy who gets me my orders) saying that I would not be able to have Whidbey Island and I would have to go to school in San Diego first.  Joelle wrote about it here already.  We had written out a list of questions to ask but because it’s me and I don’t work well under that kind of pressure I just started rolling with the punches and I didn’t think I asked all the questions.

As it turns out, my family is too big….  Hang on, the oldest child is only 4, how can that be too big?  I mean I can fit everything the kids have into their closet, including the crib and the beds, their toys, and…EVERYTHING.  How can this be?  Well, the Navy doesn’t consider how old the kids are, they are just a number.  They hear 4 dependents and that means X dollars, they plug the stuff into the computer and it spits out a number, not a care in the world for my actual situation.

I wrote a while back about the sound of God’s voice, and now I evidently have an addition to that, it also sounds like the detailer telling me where I HAVE to go.

It’s ok though.  We are heart-broken, we have friends in the Seattle area and moving there soon that we will not see, that we will miss.  When we prayed about where we should go, it seemed like Washington was where He was telling us.  But now it’s San Diego and I know He has a plan for us there.  I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s because someone needs us there.  Maybe there is something we need to do there or that He wants us to do.  Or Maybe, just MAYBE, He wants us to….

I Really Like Photography


I really like photography.  However, over the last week or two I have kinda been in some sort of picture/blog/home funk.  Usually by the time I realize I’ve gotten myself into this kind of funk I already know what I have to do to get myself out.  This time I don’t know what exactly is wrong so I’m not sure where to focus my attention.  You see, when I feel myself not taking pictures I simply have to tell Jo, “Let’s go take some pictures”, she figures out someplace nice and we go…weather be damned.  If I am having writers block or just don’t feel like writing, I write about something dumb or silly or whatever.  Sometimes I get depressed because my desk is a mess, or the floor is a mess or the house in general is a mess and I don’t have the energy to clean it up.

In this case, as Im thinking about it and writing at the same time…it might be because I have not heard about orders yet.  I don’t know if you guys understand the “not having orders yet” nervousness for me.  Let me see if I can give you an example.

Let’s say…you have been waiting for 3 years to take a trip, 6 months away from your trip you get ahold of an agent and he tells you, you can have a ticket for the trip but you can’t have it until you get a bit closer to your travel day.  Now you know there are limited seats and the agent is dealing with hundreds of angry/young/worried/scared people every day.  So the time comes and you are 60 days from traveling and you need to get your ticket so you can start making arrangements.  You have to move 3,000 head of cattle onto the south range, arrange for someone to feed your 25,000 chickens twice a day, 1000 dairy cows need milking twice a day, the garden needs to be weeded and watered.  Let’s also consider this trip you want to take is the ultimate, if your agent messes up and you have to go somewhere else, it’s going to be somewhere like Afghanistan, or the Horn of Africa, or Kaho’olawe.  It’s time for you to hear from your agent…time for you to get your ticket….

Ok, ok, that’s not a perfect example but the bottom line is we’ve got a lot of stuff to do before we get on that plane.  I’m getting nervous, I’m trying to stay positive but the longer I have to wait to start getting this stuff done the harder it is for me to concentrate on taking pictures, and homework, and a clean house.

I don’t know for sure if that is what is wrong but that is an idea, who knows, but hopefully I’ll be able to get it figured out before to long so I can quit being such a baby.