HAPPY,  NEW YEAR

As a parent of a deployed soldier, holidays are a mixed bag of fruit. On one hand, I enjoyed the first Christmas of my youngest grandchild, 3 months old. I enjoyed having all my grandkids underfoot on Christmas Eve! I enjoyed spending time with both sides of our family, all here local and easy to get back and forth to see. I enjoyed waking up to enough snow to make it seem like Christmas...in the words of my almost 5 year old grandson, "NOW it's Christmas!" 

We were SOOO blessed beyond measure to Skype with my son at family gatherings while gift exchanges were taking place....it was so neat to pass his wife's phone around so everyone could visit a little while with him. Family photos were done with him showing up on the phone. :) 

But at the same time...we missed him dearly. WE were having fun. But what was HE doing?? Did it even seem like Christmas to him where he is?? Could he enjoy any aspect of it?? I hope so...we did everything in our tool box of resourcefulness to make him have a little Christmas in his boxes. Uncle Si T-shirt, pine scented do dads, wrapped food items in Christmas paper, the list goes on...was it enough?? Lord, did we fill in the gap?
There was comfort in knowing that the same Jesus we were celebrating in our location is the very same Jesus our son was personally celebrating in his location...no matter where we are or how far the distance may be, we can feel connected by and through the Savior. :)

New Year's Day. The ball dropped here...what happened over there? What did he get to visualize as the beginning of a new year around the world? Skype again allowed him to share it with his wife and family....thank You Lord!

2014. We are praying for a HAPPY YEAR alright. One that will see our soldier HOME. Let the real countdown begin....

A Different Kind of Christmas

This year during December's Christmas events and gatherings our soldier may be absent from our midst, but never from our hearts!

This is simply a different kind of Christmas. Just going out to get a freshly cut Christmas tree is quite the task for our daughter-in-law and her three young children! 

We have mailed our last Christmas box to those serving in Afghanistan and elsewhere overseas. We pray they all arrive to their recipients...including our son. These boxes of love may simply contain items most of us can go buy within a few minutes' drive...but they contain much more than that to those who receive them. They contain a feeling of "home." Of love. Of support. Of generous and thoughtful giving and humble receipt. They may contain items they need and cannot get readily. When a box is opened, love pours out!

This Christmas season I have not given any thought to what I would like to receive from my loved ones in a box. My thoughts have been geared up on what I can put IN a box....and how many boxes can we get over there to lift up and encourage those far from home?

I think of it this way. All military families of deployed troops will miss their soldier in a variety of ways this holiday season....family groups might miss one or two from their midst as a general rule. BUT...every soldier is most likely missing many people this Christmas. Family members, friends, co-workers, church family, social groups, you name it...it includes a lot of people! So I tell people, "Don't pray for me! Pray for my son...he's the one missing so many.  I will miss him for sure! And yes there will be an empty place and we will all miss his smoked meat! Yes, Christmas morning for his wife and kids will be different....but they will wake up together. He will wake up to an empty cube of a room that he has called "home" since he deployed. But he won't be alone! Jesus is there...

Jesus is the reason for the season...and joy in the heart can be found, no matter the external circumstances! Our hero is celebrating the same Jesus 11,000 miles away...and that right there means we are together this Christmas. In thought, in action, in heart. All things that count....and maybe, just maybe, we can reach out and touch that computer screen and see his face on Christmas Day. That would be the greatest gift for all of us this year! :)

The following graphic and poem was posted on my son's facebook page to his wife...I found it fitting to place here with this post. May all of our troops serving overseas this Christmas find joy of the heart. It's a different kind of Christmas and although you may be physically far from home, you are ever near to those you love and those who love you...

LCain

CHRISTMAS IN A BOX

Just prior to deployment my son had to tell his little boy that Daddy wouldn't be home for Christmas. He had an Army job to do. That little four year old boy was zeroed in on that fact...

When my grandson came to my house the next time that's all he wanted to talk about...the fact that Daddy was going to be gone a long, long time and not be home at Christmas or for his birthday.

I had a thought. I said, "Do you remember when you lived far from Nana and you couldn't be here at Christmas last year? What did we do?" His eyes lit up. He said, "You MAILED my presents! And I liked getting presents in the mail!" 

 Uh huh....now he's thinking. "I bet we can mail Daddy's presents to him!" Yep...now we're on the right track. His spirits lifted and he immediately started to think about what to put in a box to mail to Daddy for Christmas....leggos, robots, cars. :)

There's a lot of love that goes into a box. Material things matter to our men and women who need them, but it's the love in there that matters most.  Love can be felt from a family member who made cookies, but it can also be felt from a total stranger who chose YOU to send a box to...

Little tokens of appreciation go a long, long way when one is off doing military work in far off places. Little pieces of home keep one connected. Attached. Remembered.

Today we are so fortunate to have the technology we do in keeping connected with ones serving overseas or elsewhere out of reach. I can't help but reflect on my grandparents and great grandparents during their children's service eras. Waiting for months at a stretch to hear anything from their children had to be exhausting! I have letters from WWII written by my great uncles to their mother (my great grandmother). Most of them reflect how lonely they were - longing to hear a word from home. I simply cannot imagine....today I can hop on the computer and jot my son a message. It might take a few days for him to respond, but he usually does. I am so very grateful for that!

Let's not allow facebook or the internet to replace handwritten letters from home. It's something tangible from a loved one that they can hold, feel, look at, and keep. 

So, send a box to someone overseas this Christmas. There are plenty of organizations out there you can support through if you don't have a specific soldier currently deployed to mail one to.

Jot a personal handwritten note to include in your box...it will mean the world to one far from home.

You will be surprised at how many people would be willing to help if asked. In the past month we have shipped six care packages to our son's unit to share and have four more ready to send. All boxes include donated items from our church and others that we've tossed in with our own purchases. To date all boxes have had shipping fees donated!

It's a terrific experience to see who helps in what way. It's humbling and it's amazing....and we are ever grateful! I have never laid eyes on the people my son serves with...but I feel like they are some of "my own" in this journey. And I will continue to bake them cookies until they all come home....

 LCain

REASSURANCE....

I had a sweet elderly lady call me last week.

I did not know her, but I do now...

She's a military grandmother who leads a prayer circle for our local military families through her church.

She asked if she could add our son's unit to her list.

Of course!

There's reassurance in knowing that others -many we do not know - are joining us in prayer for our loved ones serving far from home.

She mailed me this poem:

REASSURANCE
Dear Lord, could You spare some Guardian Angels 

To give me peace of mind
As my children wander from me 

And stretch the ties that bind
You have heavenly legions, Father, 

Could You send me just a few
To guard my eager children 

As I give them Lord to You
O thank You, thank You Father 

And oh my glad heart sings
I'm certain that I just now heard

The swish of Angels' wings!

 

(Image from Support Our Deployed Airmen and Support Our Deployed Troops website)

LCain

HUMBLED...

Wow. Have you ever had a total stranger tell you they are praying for you? 

Today I took two boxes to the local post office to mail to my son overseas. They were the first of what I anticipate to be many boxes we will ship in the coming year. These two boxes were plopped on the counter and a friendly, familiar face said, "These for your son?" I said yes. She helped me work on the customs forms and labels and while doing that we talked about how moms deal with deployment. She was prior Navy. Said she wondered how her mom did it when she was in the service. I said, "We pray through it."

The elderly woman standing next to me at the next counter said, "You tell your son I said 'THANK YOU' and that I'm praying for him."  That humbled me and I valued that expression of gratitude! And if that wasn't enough, the man behind me spoke up and said, "She's not the only one praying.." 

The three of us stood there and I got weepy. Two people I didn't know reached out their prayers for my son and the men and women he serves with. I couldn't speak. My emotions were on my sleeve and all I could say was, "Your kindness is going to make me cry! Thank you.." And I walked away and wept all the way to the car, and after I got in the car I just sat there a minute. I totally wasn't expecting that, Lord!

I wasn't weepy today. I was rather cheerful as a matter of fact, happy to finally be mailing my boy these items I've lovingly thought through and planned and packed. The support that was shown in those few moments of time  totally hit me down to my core! And it was a moment I will never forget....

After running home to blow my nose and fix my makeup, I moved on to my next errand for the day. I needed to make copies of a flier regarding donations we are collecting for the boxes. Again, the worker is familiar to me as I've done business in this place on a number of occasions. She made the copies and came back and said she'd like to post one up in the store for me. And then proceeded to give me some suggestions for other stores to approach for the same. There was just something "understanding" in her voice. A nice looking young man standing next to her, about late 20's I'd say. Close to my son's age. She then pointed to him and said, "This is MY son. He just got back from Africa." I looked at him and just said, "Thank you." Again, I was ready to boo hoo. I found another local military mom and soldier to support and pray for. He told me who he serves with and that he has another two years to serve.

I hope all military mothers experience support for their children in the service. These willing servants deserve a lot more than they receive. Many have to struggle to get or keep benefits earned in a very difficult way. Many have sacrificed so much more than we will ever know. The entire family does.

So from me to you....THANK YOU. Know I am praying for your child each and every day. And if you shed a tear or two when people say that to you, it's OK. It's from your mamma's heart. No matter how old that "child" may be....

LCain

A SOLDIER'S PRAYER

 

 

Lord, I answered a special call

 

To serve, protect and defend

 

Be with me Lord wherever I go

 

Be near me til this journey ends

 

 

Protect us all here on the ground

 

Out at sea and in the air

 

Guide our each and every step

 

Keep us safe within Your care 

LCain 2012

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD?

A few months ago my father was diagnosed with metastatic liver cancer. It originated in the liver but had already spread to bone, and lymph. The first thing my Army son did was call his Pappaw and ask, "Where's your head in all of this?" They talked about God being in control, staying positive, and being strong throughout the journey of chemotherapy.

Sometimes we as military families need to ask ourselves that very same question. Especially if we are seeking a faith based journey. Where's our head in all of this?

For me, I yo-yo back and forth between being strong in the Lord and wanting to wilt to the ground in a heap at Jesus' feet. Sometimes my head says I'm being strong and trusting in Him...but my body does crazy things that indicate otherwise! My stomach hurts and churns whenever I eat. I wake up in the night and immediately think of my son and where he is and what he might have to endure there. I cry. My patience isn't as good. I feel "fussy" inside...agitated.

My head is not in alignment with my heart....

I pray. I seek God's Word. I think I'm on the right path in trusting God for His will with my son in this season of serving his country. Then why do I still experience these symptoms?

Because my heart is battling the human nature in me as a mother.

My Christian teachings in my head tell me what to do, but my heart has yet to follow in this particular scenario...and become aligned with one another.

Once that happens, peace replaces fear and worry and anxiety. Once I "let go and let God" there will be less tummy troubles, better rest, and my inner being won't feel in so much turmoil.

Will I go through this entire year in perfect peace? Probably not. I will probably need to pray for peace throughout this entire year. On a daily basis. It will be a walk with Jesus by my side, gently coaxing me to let Him handle the burden, because He is able to handle anything that comes my way. And my son's.

Isaiah 12:2  “Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”

Sometimes I need to pull my head up out of the sand and raise it toward the Son. I need to stay focused on Him and His Words for me. That's where peace will be....and is.

Where are you in all of this? Where's your head? In the sand pit...or high and lifted up, looking at the Son?

Numbers 6:25-26 the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

LCain