It has been exactly one week since my husband left to go to war. That sentence sounds like the premise for a movie set in the 1940's. Seth left on January 6th to go to Indiana for training prior to heading to Afghanistan. He will be deployed for one-year with the promise that he will be home for the holidays in December.
The day after Seth left, I packed the kids up and headed to Pittsburgh to spend some time with the Heffners. The two oldest kids have grown so much since I last saw them and the new baby is so sweet. I'm so glad that I can bless them by being a nanny this month, while they bless me by letting me adjust to being alone by not being alone. :)
I am studying the book of Acts right now, following a study guide written by the pastor's of my church. I came across this passage and it really stood out to me:
Acts 5:40-42 says, "and when they had called in the apostles, they beat them and charged them not to speak in the name of Jesus, and let them go. Then they left the presence of the council, rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer dishonor for the name. And every day, in the temple and from house to house, they did not cease teaching and preaching Jesus as the Christ."
That passage makes me realize how lucky I am to live in a country where I can freely worship Christ. As my husband is preparing to go to an Islamic nation, I pray that he would not hide his beliefs and that doors would be opened for him to spread the word of God.