Somewhere between the hours of 10am-1pm on Sunday, my oldest olive shoot began Ranger School. While I sat in church, my Soldier was preparing for an exhausting journey that can last at least two months.
Since moms aren’t allowed at Ranger School, (HA!) the way I can help my OS is through support and prayer. The Hubs and the orange hair, freckle face OS gathered around the phone Saturday afternoon with Nate on the other line. Individually we offered prayers up to the Lord on Nate’s behalf. It is yet another humbling, raw moment which stretches me as a mama and a Christ follower.
Of course, as it is customary in my home, I prayed AND cried. It’s like a black bean quinoa burger with organic cheddar goat cheese. They just go together. I attempted to hold back my tears but that never works.
I’m proud, I’m scared, I’m worried, I’m completely confident.
I trust, I doubt, I second guess, I dream.
I borrow trouble, then I give it all to the Lord. And so it goes. Yes, it’s complicated. Don’t judge. ;0
Today I began writing my boy. As a word girl, this is therapeutic. I’m also a walker girl. If you see a pink-haired middle age woman walking down the street with a knee brace and maybe a back pack, she isn’t talking to herself and she isn’t crazy either (at least at that moment). She’s just talking to God. And she’s also listening. It’s not as weird as some of you might think. Or maybe it is and in that case, I feel sorry for you.
In a rare, authorized moment, I’m allowing you access to the first card I wrote Nate for Ranger School. You will note that I occasionally call him Sugar Boy. He has already told me that he will probably be throwing out all the cards once he reads them to minimize weight. For posterity sake, I might take pictures of the correspondence sent from our home since he might want to read it again someday.
According to the daily Ranger School roster, Nate and the other guys had a grueling physical activity test at 3 in the morning. If we don’t hear from him in the next three days, that’s a good sign. I can’t wait to hear about this incredible life experiences but then again, I can!Nehemiah 1:11 O Lord, let your ear be attentive to the prayer of your servant, and to the prayer of your servants who delight to fear your name, and give success to your servant today, and grant him mercy in the sight of this man.”
My heart and prayers are with you. xoxoooxx
Thank you sweet friend. You greatly understand this journey! Blessings to you and your Soldier as well.
Your blog is fabulous. My son is a 2012 grad and currently in phase 3, swamps. His name is Daniel. I will keep yours in my prayers too.
Oh this means so much to me, Jeanne! I will lift up Daniel! Swamps = yuck! May he be victorious! Thank you for the encouragement!
My son is in the second phase of Ranger School- the mountains of northern Georgia. Prayers for all the men!
Yes, Sandy, I would love to pray for your olive shoot as well! The mountains, the swamps, everywhere in between, Lord, hear our prayers!
A black bean quinoa burger with organic cheddar goat cheese?? I don’t know about that, but you + prayer + sugar boy = tears. No doubt about it. It occurred to me today that 2 months is a very long time for a family whose sounds and souls are so closely bound as ours. For all those moms that miss their sugar boys… Peace! For you, my sweet, keep praying, for your prayers are heart felt and heard by an awesome and comforting Creator.
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