The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.
May 30, 2004
There is always some sense of excitement in preparing for a trip -- the planning, the preparing, the packing, checking and double-checking lists to make sure nothing is forgotten. But the stacks of drab olive green belongings in the living room speak of another trip. A trip of business, purpose: a trip of war.
As the days tick by it still seems so unreal, almost like he will be going off to one of those special forces schools, instead of going to some far away country. I remember the day he left for boot camp, a day when going without seeing him for three months seemed impossible to bear. But the Lord was faithful and carried us through the waiting. The Lord has not changed, His arm is not shortened. He will be and do what He has always been and done. . .Faithful and Abundantly Sufficient.