Sometimes I wish that Nathan wouldn't tell me when he plans to call. He said they would be back from the mission in time to call me Thursday morning. Thursday morning has come and gone with no contact from Nathan. The news is swarming with escalating violence throughout the Middle East and tensions are rising for many nations. North Korea recently shot a number of test missles into the ocean and Iran is making threats against Israel. Israel and Lebanon have been bombing one another for the past few days and life in the Middle East seems to be hanging in the balance. I am also hanging in the balance until the phone rings. There has been no contact from Nathan for three days now and I'm getting anxious.
I hope that he will call tomorrow morning or this evening. I want to hear his voice, even if it is just for a moment. I need to know that he is okay, that he is safe. Days like these bring me all too close to thoughts of what my life might be like if there is a car sitting in my drive with two uniform officers inside, waiting to recite the script they have practiced so many times. I don't like to drive home on days like these. I don't like to wonder if there will be a knock at my door at 6 am with news from overseas. I need to know that Nathan is okay and I won't have true peace until I'm sure. Peace from the Lord is hard to access on days like today. I know that the Lord holds everything in His hands and that His will will be done. I pray that His will is to bring Nathan home alive and well. I pray that no one is parked in my drive when I pull in this afternoon. I pray that life will continue as it has, at least for today. That's the thing about deployment, all we ever want is to get through today. One more day is what I ask for and tomorrow I will ask again. Nothing is certain and nothing seems safe. Surely, he will call tomorrow...
