Doug and I hate Sundays. It's a shame because Sunday's should be lazy days in which one can relax, enjoy the day, go to church, and spend time with family. However, over the course of our relationship, Sunday has always been the day we part. The long distance always meant we never got to spend time together during the week so we had to pack everything in on weekends. 2PM on Sunday was always the worst time because we knew that was the time when things would wind down and one of us would head home. Sundays Suck became our mantra.
Yesterday was the mother of all miserable Sundays because it was the LAST day we had before he headed out to Afghanistan. We spent the entire day feeling sad and upset. We joked about the irony of yesterday being Sunday - I'm glad we found something to laugh about.
But as yucky as yesterday was, I also felt extremely proud of Doug. I beamed with pride as I watched him march into that gymnasium with his soldiers! He looked so dashing and handsome! As much as it hurts my soul to not have him around for a year, I am so proud that I have married a man who is willing to serve his nation and honor his duty.
My ongoing prayer to my God is that He will protect Doug and the other soldiers of the 116th. I believe in the power and love of God and I told Doug to remember what the Good Lord says in Psalms 91:
The Lord says, "If you love me and truly know who I am, I will rescue you and keep you safe.
15When you are in trouble, call out to me. I will answer and be there to protect and honor you.
16You will live a long life and see my saving power."
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