2 posts tagged “prayer”
My nephew-in-law left for a month of training before being deployed for a second tour in Iraq. He is a marine and last time around did some mine sweeping type activities. He's a southern boy and claims that makes him particularly good in the dangerous places he will soon be. Thanks to John McCain and his blue-ribbon committee which convinced Bush what we need is a "surge" Austin will now have to go back to that hellhole.
3,000 dead, and like crunchy conservative blogger Rod Dreher, I cannot help but think they gave their lives so one group of thugs could get a leg up on another group of thugs. Iraq seems like a lost cause, and yet I understand the fears over instability in the region should we pull out in a wholesale manner. Still.
I am frightened for him and am already sending up fervent prayer.
We took Hannah back today....when we got close to the drop off point I asked her to give me a hug since it is always hard once we are in the parking lot of this Burger King-slash-gas station and handing off bags and dirty looks with her mother and her dolt of a husband. She and I had been messing around in the back of the Big Old Grocery Getter (my decrepit minivan) and playing a hand-slapping game...sing-songing something about bullfrogs and hanky panky and hip hop shooby du she bop...and then it was the dreaded transition. We hugged and she clung to me and started bawling....uncharacteristically so. Howling that she did not want to go home. I held her and the passed her to her dad. I beat it for the restroom. When I came back she was still crying and clinging to dad. Her mother appeared miffed but silent. Finally he helped her release her grip and they left.
SO FUCKING SAD. And that my friends if why I endured the last eight years of my godforsaken marriage. Call me a slut, call me a lush, call me a bad writer, hell, call me a crazed bitch....but dammit...I hung in until the last possible second so my children would not suffer like that. Not that they ever would have to that extent, because the sperm donor (their dad) was never a loving soul like the new Mr.
The weather was beautiful...we grilled steaks over a fire Saturday night for Dennis's mom and all the kids....went to Joe's football game....took Hannah shopping and to a petting zoo.
I said a lot of prayers this weekend...slept in the top bunk in Joe's room to avoid D's snoring and Hannah's cold and woke up free of all back pain this morning? Is it the maca? The prune juice. The double dose of paxil? The wine? I think it was the prayer.
