Deuteronomy 31:8 | “The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”
It was a drill weekend and there in the church pew I sat, alone, with my Bible in hand and daughter in nursery. I was a happy plastic person. A brave, strong wife of a soldier in the Army. Until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I was tired of pretending that I wasn’t upset about receiving the news of my husband’s deployment to Iraq. So, I just let it all out and the tears fell. I sobbed and sobbed as pictures of soldiers appeared and faded on the big screen. As much as I wanted my happy plastic face back on, I couldn’t stop crying. The end of the service neared and the sanctuary lights brightened. Before I could exit my row I had five women nearly scaling the backs of the pews to get to me. Each one tenderly extended their love and prayers over me. It was at that moment that I knew to the depths of my soul that I was being wrapped up in the almighty arms of God. As I dried my tears, I uttered apologetic words for the possibility that I may have distracted them from their worship time. This was entirely unnecessary because one of the women gently made the point that if you can’t cry in church then where can you cry? She was so right. Church is a place to take it to the alter and lay it all down. So oftentimes I think that we are expected to be brave or at least put on a brave face in spite of our (what I like to call) human-ness. In spite of our fears or worries about sending our husbands off to serve our country. In spite of our concerns for our children and how they will handle daddy being away. I didn’t go to church that day with the hope of breaking down. It just happened and it taught me so much. I learned that even though my husband may be leaving…I’m never alone. God is sitting right next to me.
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