Tuesday, August 07, 2007
 So Kathy has a friend who is currently serving in Iraq. When she told him that we were making over the boys' bedroom from a nursery into an army-themed soldiers' bunker, he instantly said he'd send over some stuff for the kids. How cool is that? (Thank you soldier.) So last week we got our hands on the loot and the boys were so excited. They were totally diggin' on the real camo suit complete with Henrichsen name strip Kak's soldier had made for them. Kathy also sent us an old medic's helmet from way back when and the boys couldn't resist suiting up. Later I pointed out that in a few years the boys could wear the camo for Halloween and they immediately started fighting over who would get to wear it first.
The next morning the talk about the camo continued and Denver started asking us how he could be a construction worker and an army worker. A little while later he started crying and when I asked him what was the matter he said, "If Hunter and Noah get to wear the army suit first, what will I wear to the army?" He was really torn up about it and was worried that maybe he wouldn't get to be a soldier afterall. I informed him that in the Army, they provide all of their soldiers with camouflage and he didn't need to worry. It was right about then that I started to worry. . .
 To worry about things like how I could ever possibly send my sweet little boys to risk their lives fighting for other people's freedom. Freedom some people don't appreciate. Freedom some people don't want. Fighting against soldiers who've been taught to kill as soon as they were big enough to stand on two feet and carry a gun at the same time--people who've been taught to hate little soldiers like mine. And how do you prepare someone as sweet and innocent as Denver for the terror of war and the danger's involved? My heart trembles at the thought--I can't even bear it. And yet, I know, should the time ever come when this country needs my boys to stand up and fight, to defend "our God, our religion, our freedom, and our peace, their wives and their children," they won't be cowering in some far off country or hiding in some loop hole. No sir. I won't teach my boys to fear. Somehow my boys are going to learn to stand for the right, for the things they believe in, no matter what, even if it means laying down their lives to do so. And if they'd let me, I'd go stand right beside them. Because I believe that God will make my little soldiers "mighty, even unto the power of deliverance" or that He'll bring them safely Home and that is enough.
posted by Shana # 10:01 PM 
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