I am angry today. I have a heavy heart. It has been a hard week already for our soldiers. It makes me sick that the world can just go on like it does when all this is going on. It barely gets a 20 second news blurb. And as Americans we are so used to seeing that daily that we don't give a second thought about it.
It is hard to truly put it into words, and I know a lot of you won't really understand what I'm saying.
It is terrifying to think that my husband is there. It is so real.
And I can't help but think of the twenty-one knocks on the door that have taken place since Saturday.
This war has to end. And I am not an unpatriotic or unsupportive military wife for saying that.
Forgive me for this funk I am in. I wish something else could occupy my mind. I feel like I was doing so good, and being so strong. I guess that's normal? I don't even know what to really expect. I survived a whole month of this. I only have 11 months left to go. I am counting on September to be better, to get into a routine and time to start passing a little faster. To get somewhat adjusted. I am still holding out.
All I know is that I'm not in control. All I can do is sit here and pray vigilantly.
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