There is nothing ordinary about Ranger School. Some describe it as an intense 61-day combat leadership course. It has been called the “toughest combat course in the world” and “the most physically and mentally demanding leadership school the Army has to offer.” This is all true but for me it’s where a piece of my heart now dwells because my son is there.
On Wednesday night starting at about 9:00 pm, those who had made it through the first few days of grueling initial training, started a 12 mile ruck (Army slang for march) that ended at about midnight. From all accounts it is a brutal trek.
And I see the Lord’s hands upon my Soldier. When he was about eight years old, the Hubs and I were watching tv. Nate had his prayer journal nearby and was writing.
Not many eight year old boys even possess a prayer journal but my oldest olive shoot is extra-ordinary. He inquired, “How do you spell Hallelujah?”
The Hubs and I just looked at each other dumbfounded.
Who was this kid? How did he get to living in this house with us as his parents???
These moments became rather ordinary, Nate doing things in a remarkable and humble way.
Things most people can’t do or choose not to and there Nate is plodding away, his eyes on the prize.
Academically, athletically and most importantly spiritually, my olive shoot presses on, marches on.
Nate’s ordinary is everyone else’s incredible.
Bless him and all those who are joining him on the journey.