Does Time REALLY Heal All Wounds?
So we've nearly come to the time for favorite meals and last minute lists - of making sure questions are asked, and answered, and for a Dad to reassure his son that he will be careful when he is getting the bad guys.
And for two soldiers and their son to SKYPE once or twice more as a threesome.
In less than a year, our other soldier will be back home.
This is OUR plan, and we pray it is God's plan as well.
Now I know that God does not give us a spirit of fear...but rather courage. And we know that His angels are all around us - resting on our shoulders, and helping us to feel His peace in our hearts. So, we can know that when we call on His name, He hears us. And we hear Him as well - in the quiet of the night, or when we are in battle. You know, the everyday battles that most of us deal with. Or in the battles that our nation's bravest and finest are asked to wage in a place far away from their home soil.
Laurie will be home soon - thank you, Lord. And in time, our Stephen will be home as well. I thank God for the trust we can have in Him. And that it's okay to be worried too. He understands our hearts and our fears.
Hebrews 11:1:
"Now Faith is the substance of all things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen."
So maybe time doesn't heal all wounds, but the Faith He gives us DOES give us the hope that at the end of a certain period of time, our hearts are healed of the worry, and joy and thanksgiving are left in it's place.
He's got this one too.
Thank you, Lord.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Stephen, Skyping with Laurie, and the smiles that always pass between them.
How does a mom rejoice in the upcoming return of her child, her daughter, (okay, she's our baby), when you know that before she comes home, a dearly loved son in law will deploy to the same hell that his wife is in right now? How do we do this?
The phone rang the other day, and when I picked it up, I heard Laurie's name, and then something about contact number. I asked the person to repeat what she was saying, and my heart was in my throat. All I heard was contact number, Laurie's name, and "is that correct?" I said that yes, they had the correct number and that I was Laurie's mom. She told me that she had a date for an information meeting about Laurie's unit returning. I don't think my heart started beating again until I was off the phone, staring at the information I had written down. And then I realized what the meeting is for - and I said a quiet 'thank you, Lord.' Quiet because I think our voice is sometimes heard better when we speak quietly. The fear that had gripped me only a moment before gave way to my quiet prayer of thanks.
Stephen and Laurie will miss each other by a matter of weeks. When I think of embracing her in that welcome home ceremony, my heart just bursts with happiness. But I would give all of that up if only Stephen could be there. Instead, we will be embracing him goodbye just days before we welcome Laurie,.
Can I tell you how my heart aches for them? For Kasey? For all of us?
And can I tell you of my pride, without sounding like I am boasting?
I will never understand all of this war thing, but I have never been an objector and never will be. I am, simply, a mom who loves her children. And my pride does not feel boastful. It's simply what they are willing to do to see that the baton is passed....and they will (prayerfully) safely run the race and pass the baton to someone else when their time in that place is done and on and on until they all come home. I have crawled onto the lap of our Father many times, and it's a good place to be - especially when stuff seems like it's closing in. I could say that I haven't ever prayed this hard, but there were times when, as a young man, Scott was very ill; and when Violet was near death a year ago from her Crohn's disease, or when....well, you get the picture.
And all of my prayers were answered at those times with God's grace and mercy. I have no doubt they will be answered in that way again. They are feeble prayers compared to the power of the name I call on.
But I know He hears each and every one.
Awesome, isn't it?
How does a mom rejoice in the upcoming return of her child, her daughter, (okay, she's our baby), when you know that before she comes home, a dearly loved son in law will deploy to the same hell that his wife is in right now? How do we do this?
The phone rang the other day, and when I picked it up, I heard Laurie's name, and then something about contact number. I asked the person to repeat what she was saying, and my heart was in my throat. All I heard was contact number, Laurie's name, and "is that correct?" I said that yes, they had the correct number and that I was Laurie's mom. She told me that she had a date for an information meeting about Laurie's unit returning. I don't think my heart started beating again until I was off the phone, staring at the information I had written down. And then I realized what the meeting is for - and I said a quiet 'thank you, Lord.' Quiet because I think our voice is sometimes heard better when we speak quietly. The fear that had gripped me only a moment before gave way to my quiet prayer of thanks.
Stephen and Laurie will miss each other by a matter of weeks. When I think of embracing her in that welcome home ceremony, my heart just bursts with happiness. But I would give all of that up if only Stephen could be there. Instead, we will be embracing him goodbye just days before we welcome Laurie,.
Can I tell you how my heart aches for them? For Kasey? For all of us?
And can I tell you of my pride, without sounding like I am boasting?
I will never understand all of this war thing, but I have never been an objector and never will be. I am, simply, a mom who loves her children. And my pride does not feel boastful. It's simply what they are willing to do to see that the baton is passed....and they will (prayerfully) safely run the race and pass the baton to someone else when their time in that place is done and on and on until they all come home. I have crawled onto the lap of our Father many times, and it's a good place to be - especially when stuff seems like it's closing in. I could say that I haven't ever prayed this hard, but there were times when, as a young man, Scott was very ill; and when Violet was near death a year ago from her Crohn's disease, or when....well, you get the picture.
And all of my prayers were answered at those times with God's grace and mercy. I have no doubt they will be answered in that way again. They are feeble prayers compared to the power of the name I call on.
But I know He hears each and every one.
Awesome, isn't it?
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