A Mother's Heart in War . . . Day 273, March 6, 2005

The Friday entries of "The Powder Room" are currently from a journal which I started when we found out our son was going to be deployed with the United States Marine Corps to Iraq. The journal was not written with the intention that it would ever be read by anyone else, much less published in any way. There are feelings in the journal that are deep and true and I wasn't sure at first I wanted to share them. But there are many sons and daughters still serving in our armed forces and I think it might be good to share "a mother's heart" with you what those other mothers may be facing. The entries are shared as a tribute to my son and his service to our country, and to all those sons and daughters who continue to willingly place themselves in harm's way for the protection and preservation of liberty.

Day 273, March 6, 2005

Noah is on American soil once again.

What a source of comfort to know my son once again breathes the sweet air of liberty and rests in a place where his freedoms are protected!

Yesterday Emmie and I walked around the neighborhood putting small yellow ribbons on all the lampposts. They are so small that I thought they might not be noticed, but before were were even through, calls started coming in asking if Noah was home.

In another six hours or so, Noah will really be home. The cheesecake is in the fridge and his Christmas stocking is full and hanging on the mantle. The minutes can't tick away fast enough!

How sweet to have all the children home and safe (Marie is on the way home, too!) It is something that makes a mother's heart sing.

Thanks to our Lord for His abundant faithfulness in all we ask.