Safety

You were afraid and you started to cry. I know it's not true, but I feel like there are eyes watching me and I'm scared. Cue warrior Mommy. "I will fight off every monster. I will defend you with my life. There is nothing that will prevent me from rushing to your aid. Me and Daddy will give our lives for you four. Without a thought. And Gus and Foofie would too." I know. But I'm just scared.

The four of you decided to huddle down together. You said there was safety in numbers and bad guys can't see how small we are if we're together. I was struck by the sheer genius-ness of that thought process. One of you had a problem, and the four of you banded together and solved it. This is what Mommy's dream about. Safety in numbers...

It raises up in me the need to be your supernatural ninja. I too, had horrible night-time hauntings. The images were so vivid, so powerful, that I can still recall them as if it were yesterday. I remember feeling so weak and powerless against the spiritual realm seeking to destroy me. I often found safety in the presence of another person there. It wasn't that they fought off my demons, or that they would be easier prey... It was the peace and comfort of knowing I was safer in numbers. I was bigger, more menacing, more difficult to take down.

This is still true today, but in different ways. As a Mommy, Army Wife, Christian... there is safety in numbers. When Chief and I band together to raise our children, we are stronger. When I am sitting in my van with my Army spouses, after we've closed down Starbucks, laughing, and sharing silly stories, we are less easily defeated by the hardships of our lifestyle. We are revived, renewed, sent home stronger and more resilient. When I am learning, studying, challenging with my fellow Catholics, then I am more able to live out loud, all that Christ has called me to.

Safety in numbers..

I hope that the four of you never lose sight of this truth. I hope you always know you can rely on each other. One day Daddy and I will fade away. Maybe it will be faded minds/memories, or maybe it will be our bodies transforming into the infinite realm, but you four will always be. There will never be a replacement, or any one else who will quite understand what it was to grow up in our family. There will never be someone who can understand things like your siblings. You all will be able to encourage each other, protect each other, defend each other like no one else. I hope you will always use this unique understanding to better push each other to better places. I hope you will always be each others superheroes. I pray that you will always wrap around the fragile, broken one, hurting one and stand together so that "bad guys can't see how small you are if you're together".

I hope you never lose sight of this moment where the four of you banded together to create safety in numbers.