daddy…

 

this is jaden and ava.

my twins.

they are eating chocolate.

they call me daddy and think i’m the bees knees.

where i am, people want to kill me.

and everyone else in a uniform.

just the way it is. day in an day out, its all they think about.

“what monsters!”,you say.

its easy to discount them as monsters, heathens, or whatever…

but those men who plan and shoot and aim to kill…

they go home.

they walk in the door.

and their kids say “daddy!”

this is the world we live in.

simple…

i have to move soon.

from va to tx. with my wife. and my twin 3 year olds.

i won’t have a lot of time to pull it off before i have to start my new assignment.

and we have to find a place to live.

seems like a problem right?

but then i read this http://www.hello-righton.com.

and suddenly just like that i understand.

understand that what solomon called vanity in Ecclesiastes,

and what Jesus said not to worry about,

is what ive been worried about.

and all that really matters is the moments you spend with the people God put in your life.

watching my girl use chop sticks for the first time (i missed that moment being here, but knowing she can is amazing).

watching my boy crawl into his mother’s arms and just lay there quiet, for no reason.

that’s what its about.

so go hug the people you love.

and go love people you don’t.

and stop worrying. HE said its taken care of. Just have faith.

Simply faith.

Simple.

waiting…

the rockets only come at night….

between 11 pm and 4 am…

they come unannounced, uninvited, noisily….like your drunk roomate or your drunk-dialing friends…

or if you’ve never had those, the siren blazing through your neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning…

sometimes they miss. and every one breathes easy…

its crazy to think that before they shoot one, a prayer is said…for the rocket to be successful.

and before we sleep we say one too…for the rocket to not be.

these are the thoughts you have at 2 am.

Where it starts…

This is where I live. The view outside my door. After it rained. Bagram, Afghanistan.

Ill be leaving here soon. Different than when I came. The places I started from will be different than when I came.

You’ve been lots of places that led to the place you are now. I’ve been lots of places too.

Some of them I wish I could have stayed in forever. Some of them I wish I never would have seen at all.

What’s past is past. Every place you are could be the beginning of the way to the place you want to be.

At least I’m hoping so…

That still small voice is not so small anymore. Its loud. And ever present. Saying “Time to get moving…”

“For I know the plans I have for you, plans for your welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. You will call to Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. ” Jeremiah 29:11-13