I promise you that this post will be the only one that gets “political”. I have pushed back the constant nudgings over and over again. But, today I just can’t help but share what is on my heart.
This year has been incredibly interesting. I didn’t foresee that on Mother’s Day this past year my baby would leave for boot camp and return a changed man. The marines don’t give much notice. When they decide to move, they move – whether momma is ready or not! And I’m not sure I was ready. Actually, I’m pretty sure I was no where near ready!
Having my son complete boot camp, combat training, MOS training and now be stationed in Okinawa, Japan has done something to me inside. Don’t get me wrong. I am proud. Ridiculously proud, as any of my friends could attest to by all the Marine Mom t-shirts they see me wear all the time! But it has also been sobering. Being in the military is dangerous. My eyes gravitate to news reports that mention marines. On January 14th, 2016 when I saw the news that twelve marines had been killed in helicopter crashes while on a training mission, I was shaken to the core. My mind went to the place of – What if one of them were my son? I grieved for the moms and dads who lost their sons, the wives who lost husbands, the children who lost fathers, the brothers and sisters who lost a sibling. I cried many tears for them. I watch, like a hawk, any information about North Korea and the shenanigans of their crazy leader. I spend much time in prayer.
As I listen to the presidential debates this year it is different than in years past. Before, I wanted to know who was conservative enough for my taste. Who would uphold my 2nd amendment rights? Who was pro-life? And who would protect and defend the Constitution of the United States? While I still want to know all of those things, this year my mind goes to another criteria. Who is worthy of my son and quite possibly his life? I also think about my two little munchkins Leah and Amelia. Who is going to support issues that keep our country free and safe for them?
(I know this is personal for me and does not apply to most of you. You may think me selfish for feeling this way. You may not agree with me and that’s ok. You don’t have to! But, since this is my blog, I get to say what is on my heart.)
So that is where I am – how do I choose when I don’t like most of the choices? It is quite the conundrum. All I can do is pray and ask God to continue to guide and direct, and try not to worry. And pray I shall. I’m not making any promises about the worrying part.