A few months ago my favorite soldier, my precious son, let me know that he was packing for leave.
I was curious as to where he was going this time. He has been to some pretty interesting places and done some things that have just amazed me, so I am always ready to hear of the latest escaped he will be partaking in. And he tells me he is coming home.
What joyful news. My heart took a huge leap on it own, and I started to cry. Tears of joy that I would be able to hug him, watch the spark in his eyes, and hear that distinctive laugh of his. Oh, the joy of being with my dear son. Our family would be together once again, if only for a short time. I already knew what I was going to do when I got to see him, I would hug him like I never wanted to let him go again. And some tears would probably sneak out on their own. For his absence has been hard to endure, not just having him half way around the world, but knowing the day to day danger that he faces.
Each moment together will be a precious one, the silliness, the laughter, the stories shared, all a beautiful gift. The time in the evening when we pray together as family, the happy familiarity of it, the feeling that all is well. With much anticipation I counted off the days until I would get to see him.
And then, he was here, arriving home to where family, old friends and beloved pets waited eagerly to see him. How quickly it all came back together, as if he had never left home. Eating favorite foods, and sibling teasing was in full swing. Pulling mom's leg was an evening sport. Taking time to do things with his little sisters and sleeping with the dog on the couch most nights instead of a nice comfortable bed, and working out at the YMCA, that was the soldiers life for 10 days here at home.
That time passed too quickly and it was goodbye again. Off he was back to his duty station, and me left with tears and a strange ache in my heart. I still can't get use to that feeling even after 6 years of him being in the Army. That longing for my son to be safely at home.
Even though he is a strong man of 27, the mother in me still sees him as my little boy and needing me to protect him from the evils of the world. But reality tells me that this is neither possible nor wanted. So I turn to the only one that can protect him and keep him safe. The one that knitted his bones together, breathed life into his body and gave him his beautiful soul. Who ultimately loves my son more than I do. The one I turn to when I feel frightened, confused or worried. The one that gives me a peace in the midst of the storms. The one I trust with my most precious treasure my family. And the one who will never forsake us or leave us, the one who wants good not evil for us, the one who laid down His life for us, the one who continues to wait for all of us to come home to Him with open arms.
Psalm 91:11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. [King James version]