If anyone can spare a few moments today, or tomorrow, or Thursday morning, we could certainly use a few extra prayers.
Here's the deal in a nutshell. After several years of skating by in the spirit of the law, we've been caught by the new draconian regime in the PT office which has begun enforcing the letter of the law. Despite being able to perform at Navy standards in the gym, Dave has run afoul of their ridiculous weight limits and neck-to-waist ratio. The numbers say he is supposed to be under 200 pounds at his height, which would be borderline anorexic for his body type. He's lost ten pounds in the past five weeks in an attempt to meet these requirements, and is now living on lettuce and apples and weight loss supplements, but the outcome is still uncertain. The issue is that we've had this kind of trouble a few times before, and this would be the last strike.
If he passes, he gets promoted and we're set for at least another year. If not, the Navy will disregard the rest of his contract and release him back into the wild. Basically, on Thursday we'll know whether we're staying here or organizing a fire sale of our worldly goods and embarking on a new and exciting semi-homeless phase of our lives.
I know God has a plan, but right now I really wish He would let me in on a few details.