It seems like only yesterday that I was basking in the glow of a warm fire in my living room in Kansas City watching it snow outside and debating with friends the true nature of Y2K. That was a very different world. Today I sit basking in the glow of the promises and potential of a new year watching a new administration in Washington and discussing with family the true nature of the War on Terror.
This discussion will very soon become very real to me again. In short order I, and the soldiers I've been called to minister to and lead, will head back into the fray.
This moment in the process is not unlike the initial climb on a roller coaster. We are in the car but have not yet begun the ride. Clack. Clack. Clack. It's an odd mixture of excitment and fear. Most of us are on this ride for the second or third time. Some have never been. That will change soon. Clack. Clack. Clack. Here comes the big drop marking the beginning of a year long ride of ups and downs...dips and twists...thrills and chills.
Get ready. Clack. Clack. Clack.
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5 comments:
God will be by your side and bless you for your faithfulness to His calling. Thank you for serving our country and for ministering to the men and women who do so as well. Stay safe. You and all the other soldiers remain in my prayers. God bless.
You and your sweet family that you leave behind are in my prayers. I think of you all often.
Yay! You are back... it has been SO long since you last "spoke". I have been watching you for a while... God Bless
Brad:
It's been a long time. Long enough that you might be surprised to find that I have a son in the 23rd Sapper Company at Fort Richardson.
Seems like you did exactly what you said you were. Congrats!
Keep in touch. I work for IBM, but have an AKO account since my client is the Army HRC. I'll look you up and send am email.
Take care,
Todd Youmans
Been a while since your last post, I have missed them. I sympathize with the feeling on heading "back" over there... my ex just got back from his third trip, and this time my children were old enough to notice that daddy was not calling mommy anymore (his phone calls were at 0300!) and they were emailing more than before, so they were excited when we moved down here and they finally got to greet him on Cottrell field in December! Good luck over there, and keep on a postin'!!
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