The Last Box

Earlier tonight I picked up the last box out of our house and threw it into the back of my truck. All the floors are swept. All the cabinets are empty. The house sits silently. As I took my last stroll through the rooms before shutting and locking the door, what I didn't see hit me harder than what I saw. When I opened up my little girl's room, her eyes were not glancing up at me from where her bed used to be. I was not chasing my son as he ran to play hide and seek with me as I came through the door. My wife was not in the kitchen preparing supper.

Oh, but God is good. By the time I left church tonight, my outlook was completely different. He knows just how to lift my heart. My wife and the kids also had a great night at a new church in Arkansas. The kids both came back having had a really good time. That lifted their spirits as well as mine and my wife's. God just gave a little reassurance that He is going to take care of us all when I am deployed.

My little girl should be up for the "Unsinkable Molly Brown" award. My wife was very nervous dropping her off at a brand new church tonight for their Wednesday children's program. As they drove into the parking lot, my wife said hurriedly to her "You are going to be alright...here...I will pray for you." To which my little girl (who will be 9 soon) replies "Uhhh....okay mom....I think I had better pray for you, too. I'm gonna be alright mom...I make friends in only 30 minutes playing at McDonalds . This will be an hour and a half!!"

Like I said...God is good!