A soldier is a defender of our freedoms, and he or she is deserving of all our respect, admiration, and gratitude for being willing to sacrifice so much for us every day.
So many of our men and women in uniform experience PTSD to differing degrees. Part of helping a loved one cope with this disorder is the ability to give them the time and space they need to evaluate what they’ve been through.
This holiday is forever linked to honor and sacrifice. These people are my friends, my community, my support and the hope of the future. I’ve watched as these scenarios have played out before my very eyes. In my heart, the phrase, the home of the free and the brave is real people, making real sacrifices.
I learned early in life to always pray, “according to Your will, Lord.” But for the life of me, I couldn’t pray that for my son’s upcoming military deployment to Korea.
A military mom shares how she learned there’s no right way to pray for a loved one’s safety, there’s no walking a tightrope to earn God’s protection.
I’ve always loved Psalm 139 and the way it details the care God lavished on us when He created us. These verses exemplify that trait in God the Father. But until my son went to war, I’d never considered it in relation to someone close to me.
During a loved one’s military deployment, learn how to live in the moment and realize that an uncertain future isn’t the same as a bad one.
No matter what, I know God is already there, arms outstretched, to take my burdens and carry them for me.
Although PTSD (post-traumatic stress syndrome) is growing in awareness, it’s dreaded by all military families. If you want to know more about this affliction and how to help, here is more information. No vet should suffer in silence.
The length of military orders does not relieve us from the need to live in community with other believers. We all need the encouragement and influence of brothers and sisters in Christ.
When the world shakes and leaves us far from the peace we crave, it’s time to reorient ourselves.
Baggage is something I need to get rid of. I need to drop it at the feet of Jesus and leave it there.
In the midst of backyard barbecues and family celebrations on Memorial Day, pause and reflect on the freedoms we enjoy and the military men and women—past and present—who have made that possible.
