I Like to Think

That I am a strong, courageous person. I don’t mean for it to sound arrogant. I just think I am normally pretty strong.

But there is this little weakness in my armor. It’s my heart. Most of the time my head can keep it captive. Most of the time I assess the risk and think of the numbers.

But sometimes, my heart breaks loose and takes over.

Today I am having one of those mornings. I can’t stop crying and I feel sick to my stomach. It is painful, but it is good for me, too. I need to deal with the other side of things no matter how strong or courageous I may feel most days.

My friend KC posted a link to a youtube video of Tim McGraw singing “If You’re Reading This,” on her blog. KC and her husband lost a good friend in Iraq. I can’t imagine.

This song dredged up all of my fears for my own men. Fears that I normally keep neatly stored away. Fears I choose to minimize in my day-to-day living. I choose to focus on the reality that many more come home safely after a job well done than sacrifice everything. But sometimes…. sometimes I am overwhelmed with the thought that even if the risk is relatively low, it is real. And during those times I break down. I completely break down.

If you have just a moment, would you say a prayer for me and for my brave men? We could sure use it.


About becomewhatyouare

Catholic, Middle-Aged, Knitting-Addicted, Wife, Homeschooler, Mom of 6, Mom-in-Law to 1, Mother of 11 little saints, Grandma to 1, Godmother to 12, Foster Mom to 5, Army mom, Happily living in Texas!
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