(I am honored to present the words of a loving mother of one of our heroes serving his and our nation. May we never be neglectful in keeping these, who protect our freedom by willingly entering into harm’s way, lifted before our God! Please pray for Luke and his family. By request, last names were not used for security reasons. Thank you for sharing this with us… ceaselessly, we pray with you.)
“Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; my lovingkindness and my Fortress, my High Tower and my Deliverer, my Shield and the One in whom I take refuge.” From A Psalm Of WarriorKing David
Every mother of a brave soldier faces that moment where she wonders if she had a choice in designing her offspring, would she have constructed such a military one? Then we wonder where did this intrinsic desire to push a body as far as it can go, to constantly train for battle, to discipline self unceasingly, come from? Nevertheless, we would not trade this child for another and our conclusions can only lead us to the Creator of our child’s story.
The Lord has arranged for my son to be on his twelfth deployment, sending him again to Afghanistan. He is a Master Sergeant serving as a Joint Terminal Attack Controller (JTAC) in a Tactical Air Control Party (TACP). This is a very small, elite component of the Air Force that has a significant assignment to execute in recent wars. He endured intense training, both physical and educational, to prepare for coordinating ordinance drops and to provide precision attack guidance. Big words that mean his small team (two or three) is on the ground with Army infantry at the front of the battle to maintain contact with air support and control attack aircraft when the troops are engaged by enemy forces. Hands trained for war. Fingers for battle.
Before each deployment, we seem to end up having the same conversation; the one where I am trying to encourage him, but where he is the one who ends up encouraging me. He reminds me that he is just as safe in whatever far corner of the world he is being deployed to as he is at home, because he is ready.
G.K. Chesterton said that, “Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.” My soldier says he is ready. He is ready to push relentlessly for the protection of his comrades. He is ready to lay down his life for his family and friends. He is ready to be a part of what keeps his country free. He is ready for whatever plot twist the Lord writes into his story.
So how does a mother of this kind of soldier pray? I pray the Soldiers Psalm (Psalm 91)…that because this soldier dwells in the shelter of the Most High, he will live in the shadow of the Almighty…that the Lord will be his refuge and his fortress…that the Lord’s faithfulness will be his shield and bulwark.
There are soldiers out there who are saying, “Don’t worry America, we’ve got your back”. Have you considered praying, so that you can reply, “Don’t worry Soldier Heroes, we’ve got YOUR back”?