Our son was young–only 18–when he made the choice to join the Marine Corps. One of the things that touched us most was the way his friends rallied around him and supported his decision. They encouraged him, but they also supported us.
Jimmy has always been an outgoing young man, and during his high school years our house rang with the voices of rowdy boys coming and going. With his leaving, I feared the oppressive silence that I knew would blanket our home.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
His friends made a point of continuing to drop by. We’d always had an open-door policy that allowed the kids to come and go without the formality of ringing the doorbell or even knocking. Now my husband and I looked up from our desks in our shared office as those young people continued appearing. They’d hang out, giving updates from letters or calls they’d gotten from Jimmy.
Even more importantly, they reached out to our other two sons. They took the position of older brother and sister, helping our younger boys cope with the danger their older sibling now faced.
I knew our community of adult friends would support us. The outpouring of kindness from the teenagers once again proved the depth of God’s grace and showed how he can provide through the obedience of others.
Here are some specific things these young people did for us:
They kept coming by. His friends didn’t break contact with us when Jimmy left. This seemingly small bit of normality meant the world to us.- They got organized. One of his buddies worried that Jimmy would get a ton of mail on one day and none the next few mail calls. He solved this by encouraging their friends to follow a schedule when sending letters and packages. I’m his mom and even I didn’t think of that!
- Another buddy took it upon himself to get Jimmy’s Jeep (his pride and joy) detailed and fixed up while he was on his first deployment. It was so great to see our son’s joy when he laid eyes on that much-beloved car when he got back home.
They kept coming by. His friends didn’t break contact with us when Jimmy left. This seemingly small bit of normality meant the world to us.All these things have one thing in common: They underscored the love his friends felt for Jimmy and for us. Beyond that, they were acts of faith. All the things these young people did proved they believed our soldier would be back home soon, safe and sound.
What are some things that touched you most while your soldier was away?
Blessings,
Edie
