Did he pass?
Did he not pass?
I cannot even bring myself to use the other word for not passing.
I suppose you can feel my heart beating straight through this blog.
Thump-thump thump-thump thump…
Oh, if I hadn’t had that cardiac ablation a few years ago, I think this ticker would really be giving me fits.
We await the hidden message –
$40 ATM withdrawal – my Soldier got his tab
$60 ATM withdrawal – he didn’t
Whether it’s my physical heart or the mama one that the Lord fashioned me with 23 years ago upon learning I was pregnant, I’ll never get used to this waiting stuff. It doesn’t suit me just like these wrinkles in between my forehead and the other daily assaults endured by many a middle aged woman.
Nate’s been through two recycles (Darby and swamps) and this is his last chance to pass. We await him with open arms and gifts either way. Tears of joy or pangs of sadness, oh my, I don’t even know what to expect.
All we know for sure is that his days of
- getting 2-3 hours of sleep
- eating MREs in 30 seconds
- having a core body temp of 104 degrees at least once
- trudging 800 meters through the Florida swamps
- then marching 9 kilometers to his patrol base at night
- followed by 17 more kilometers to somewhere else
- while carrying 80-100 pounds on his back
- at two in the morning
- being away from communication and contact with loved ones
- for over 140 days
these things will be over by this time next week.
A new life chapter will begin.
As we await this news, I’m clinging to these verses.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (my emphasis)
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! – Psalm 139:13-17
$40, $60…thump-thump-thump…RLTW. Either way, we love you Nate. More soon…