Once upon a time I had a 4 year old, a 1 year old, a baby on the way, a cat that wouldn’t quit vomiting on the carpet, a car that kept breaking down, German neighbors who couldn’t understand anything I said, snow to shovel, and bills to pay.
I bathed little ones.
Dealt with tantrums.
Nursed sick ones.
Graduated to big boy beds.
Celebrated snaggle tooths.
Took crappy pregnancy pictures of myself.
Spent Halloween in the Dr’s office with a very ear-infected yoda.
Threw Star Wars themed birthday parties.
Caught a hop on a C5 cargo plane home for Christmas.
Woke up the babies at midnight on New Years Eve so they could see the fireworks out the window in our German village.
And I did it all alone.
Because my best friend and husband was miles away in a desert somewhere.
We’ve long left that life behind but I will forever hold a special place in my heart for military wives and military families.
You don’t have to support war to support those who serve.
You don’t have to agree with foreign policies to love those who fight.
Extend grace to those who parent and cook and work and fight and sleep alone this Christmas.
Sometimes the soldiers of yesterday become the pacifists of today.
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.