We are now a military family. When I hear the word "troops" now I understand that means someone's son or husband or father. I listen carefully to the news because the world situation now affects my son's life. For the next 6 years he will have to ask permission to come home, or travel far from his assigned base. He will move wherever in the world he is assigned. He has willingly committed himself to serve his country; to provide for my safety and yours. I miss him, but I am proud.
I have a new understanding of mothers across the centuries whose sons have left to serve their country or a cause. It is a mix of sadness and pride.
Every day this week my son Ryan reported for duty in his uniform to an Air Force Commander. He isn't always sure from day to day what will be required of him. He only knows he will do whatever he is asked to do"as a good soldier".
II Timothy 2:3
"Endure hardship with us like a good solider of Christ Jesus."
This verse reminds me of my service too. I willingly follow Christ, not knowing from day to day what will be required of me. I have staked everything on my King, my Commander Jesus Christ. Hardship? Sadness? I accept it all for the joy of knowing HIM!
