The Dithering of a District Diva

Having four people I love in Iraq and Afghanistan at the same time was difficult, to say the least.  In the beginning of their deployment, I would torture myself by obsessively checking the military casualties website just praying not to see anyone’s name that I knew.  There was always a kind of sick relief I felt afterward:  joy to not see my people’s names, followed by despair at seeing the countless men and women — the same age, the same rank as my people, deployed in the same place — who have died.  Christ spared all four of my people, brought them back home safely, and saw fit for those others’ lives to be completed.

God’s will be done in all things. He is always good.

I am cooking-out with my family today.  So many of our brave men and women in uniform will never get to be with their families again.   I pray that God will comfort the families of our lost soldiers today and everyday, and that we will all take a moment to remember those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. There is no greater love than a man laying down his life for a friend.

Gone, but never forgotten.

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