There they are, four children, hands locked as if holding onto a tight rope. Soft tears fall upon swollen cheeks as they look to the horizon in hopes of a happy return.
Farewell and calm seas, the children wave as the vessel departs into the unknown. Fighting battles, creating safety, and bids of humane work await the loved ones aboard. Achey hearts pour from the decks as loved ones wave their hands wildly as the purr of the motor dies away.
Silent prayers are thrown into the wind in hopes that they carry mom, dad, or uncle in times of loneliness or despair. The ones left behind hope that the prayers return with love letters and good news from across the sea.
I stood on that pier for the first time 20 years ago. At some point my loved one-handed me a token that promised me that the Lord would keep all things well between us when we were apart. I held onto to that hope through trials, heartache, and tribulations all of these years. The promises the Lord poured upon us at that moment returned over and over through the years.
The Lord watch between you and me, when we are out of one another’s sight.
Genesis 31:49 ESV
Being a military spouse has been an experience unlike any other and something that I cannot imagine not experiencing. It has brought such amazing opportunities, knowledge, community and love over the years.
The stories and antics that have followed my family has not only kept us on our toes, but has brought us to such a strong faith in the Lord that we have to turn back each and every little thing in praise. He has lifted us up out of the dirt so many times and taught us great lessons in humility and gratitude.
One of my daughters once said to me, “our life is like a movie, always exciting and never boring.”
I laughed and agreed. We have been able to travel, meet amazing and important people, lived the dream on the beach, climbed mountains, served in ministries, seen tragedy, missed many births and deaths, ached for loved ones, and been key parts in extraordinary traditions. Service comes in all sizes. The children and I don’t go to war, or help to keep the peace, but we stand by the wayside and serve at home where we can.
As heart ache knocked at our door or through the receiver of a phone, we cried, supported, and built each other up. As disappointments attacked, we encouraged and poured on the love. As life hit us from all angles, we knew where to hold on. The Lord always remains faithful.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
Standing on that pier has never been easy, but the times in between seem to have gotten shorter. No matter the months gone, or the total years apart, time flies as we wait for the returned. Hope comes soaring in from the moment they departed.The Lord always remains faithful. Click To Tweet
Standing arm in arm, the children await their loved one. Colors of patriotism cover them as they leap and jump with flags in hand. Tears of joy are all around and answered prayers are flowing from the smiles looking down from the home-ported vessel.
Homecoming is like nothing else in the world. Can you image how much grander our homecoming in Heaven will be like? Glorious.