A Little Intro Teaser:
My time at war is over, in all likelihood I will never put on a flak and comm helmet again. For many of you that reality is the same as much as it hurts to admit it. Most will never experience the battlefield again and that tears at the core of your being to accept it. So we are home, and yet we are still at war. With this book I am fighting for you.
The world moved on but we can’t. Now the warriors at home fiend to carry the weight of the duty that we once bore and it kills us little by little. Many of us are laden with anger at everyone, anxiety and fear of a reality that doesn’t really exist or we carry the painful reminder of a battle gone wrong by the wounds that wake us at night or the terrors that cause you to scream out at night.
Our war has come home with us and no earthly armor can us protect from it. The VA cannot heal us and the medicines are only lipstick on a pig. Society pities us as once valued treasure but broken and left for scrap. Our family hurts for us, leaves us, or we run them off and all we seem to have left are those who understand this life and the memories. Tragically, 22 of us daily beg for an escape through a bullet or a bottle because without real hope it seems like the only remaining choice.
But this existence as merely human flesh is not our only choice. This life of emptiness is not the truth. The Author of all things is ready and able to shepherd us and take this burden from us. While we yearn for this to end, there is hope if we believe the truth that He will deliver us. May we rest our weary hearts knowing it is not our burden, but all of this, every single moment and detail is God’s plan that through Christ He would be the most supreme treasure, comforter, protector, provider and Sovereign Savior King to every single weary warrior.
Will you look to Him? Will you set your sights on Him? Can you taste the freedom that comes from forgiveness and rest? In this book, my prayer is to show you the hope and healing that comes from the only One who could accomplish the mission. The only One who knows your battle. The One who took all of this to a place that looked a lot like the hills we fought for and died there, but before He did he said “It Is Finished!”.
But that was not the end….
To Him be glory and honor and power forever. Amen.