I always imagined myself being turned out by my career and living in a safe place in St. Louis, MO with my well-connected husband, wearing crop tops and counting coins. Instead I am an unemployed Army Wife, strategizing grocery shopping trips, fixing my husband lunch, sucking my stomach in, and wondering if I’ll ever have a lucrative job again, all while living on an Army base/post. Despite the fact I no longer have throw-away money or a six-pack, or friends, I find myself happy. Being a wife is the first status in my life that feels like a calling. I am still figuring out what being a Christian looks like at this station of my life, but despite that uncertainty, I am irrevocably blessed.