So why did my boy join the Army?
Was it because he wasn't smart enough for college?
Ha! Hardly. The boy was scoring college level on his national tests at 6th grade. He almost won the geography bee when he was a 4th grader going against 8th graders. He dominated the first and second rounds. He defeated everyone, but they had to have a competitor to hold a third round. The kid is brilliant.
Was it because he had nothing better to do?
He has been dreaming of this his whole life. Always in camo. Always collecting the gear. Always reading books, memorizing history and weaponry, and studying Christian military heroes. He told his grandmother, "I just want to do something that makes a difference."
Maybe he is doing what we have always taught him. We drug him to the other side of the world to make a difference. We taught him to run toward danger instead of away from it to rescue people from the fire physically and spiritually. He didn't hesitate to help dig people out of the rubble when a disaster hit the week of his 16th birthday. When most kids are celebrating their licenses, he was helping distribute emergency food. When most kids were cruising the roads of the USA wasting time, he was building emergency shelters and loving it.
Did it surprise me that he chose combat medic as his MOS? No, actually... somehow it seemed to fit just perfectly.
Does it make me sad that we are on the other side of the world and will not get to be there for his graduation in March? Yes, a little. But we are doing what we are supposed to be doing, and he is doing what he is supposed to be doing. Somehow God has used that to bring comfort, knowing we are all where we are supposed to be.
Jude 1:22 "And of some have compassion, making a difference:"