Please pray for our troops and their families.
Deployment day January 2004:
The alarm went off at 5:20am, and I was filled with dread. He said he felt an ulcer coming on. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye in an hour!
He read Psalm 90 and 91, both of which have taken on special meaning for us lately. Then we prayed together. I knew I had to go first, because if he did I would be crying too hard to talk. So I prayed, thanking God for our life together so far, for our family, for His great love, and for His promises. I prayed for strength, for peace, for courage. I prayed that we would be able to comfort others with the comfort we’ve received, but also that God would send people to comfort us, as we need it too. Then I prayed for his safety. That part always makes me cry, because part of me feels it is so selfish, yet I cannot help but beg my heavenly daddy to bring my husband home. I need him so much.
Josh picked up after that. He too thanked God for his abundant blessings on us and our family. He talked about our fears, and prayed for strength and peace. He prayed that we would daily grow closer to God as we learn to trust Him in dangerous times. And he prayed he could come home. He prayed that we would grow old together, and that he may even be able to see our children’s children. After that we just laid on the bed in each other’s arms. I got tears on his uniform, and he jokingly scolded me for that. We lingered there for our last ten minutes, making them stretch as long as we could.
Finally, it was time to press on. We made the short drive to the base. We said our goodbyes there in the dark, behind the car. We both cried, and kissed, and cried some more. Josh said, “I just don’t want to let go,” but finally we had to. He walked away, his huge green duffle bag over his shoulder, and I sat in the car and cried. I looked up, and next to me was another wife, doing the same thing in her car.
I did it. I made it through that moment without falling at his feet and begging him not to go.
Maybe I shouldn't have. What if he doesn't come back?
Some wandered in desert wastes,
finding no way to a city to dwell in;
hungry and thirsty,
their soul fainted within them.
Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress.