It is Friday, the day after the Thanksgiving holiday. I am at work and weeping at my desk. The first thing I do each workday morning is check my email. Today I received an email--the subject line read, "He's coming home". It was from my friend who has a son doing his second tour in Iraq. He is a frontline soldier. He has seen the worst of things.
Just last week, I helped one of my co-workers out by booking his airfare online. He needed a return ticket because he was driving his son's truck to him. As I was booking the flight, my friend's son was on a plane, returning from Afghanistan. I have seen pictures of his bunker. I have heard stories from his dad. He has experienced hard things.
A couple months ago, Vicki Sue and I met our friend's girlfriend. She is a marine. She had just returned from a year in Iraq. We asked her questions and her answers amazed us. It was difficult to see this charming, beautiful woman and know that she had lived the life of a soldier and felt the death of war.
So, I am at my desk weeping because these are the soldiers that God had put on my heart to pray for. And they have come home (or will soon be) home safe. I am weeping for relief at their safety and weeping for the pain that others are feeling because their soldiers died doing their jobs.
Just a reminder...please be praying for the soldiers that you get asked to pray for. And for their families.