Saturday, May 5, 2007

One day at a time~

A day at a time

One day at a time
is all we need
to take each step
into the uncharted future.
Such space makes room
for all eventualities,
supplies a thread to hold together
the present and the past.
Though shadowed
with uncertainty
we journey on
in the strength of
One who is
unbound by change
yesterday, today,
for ever.

~Robert Dunlop

I know I have been quiet. I know where it stems from... coming back from my visit with my babies. Come to think of it, maybe even before that. It is evident through the poems Rob has been sending me, that he is doing a lot of thinking of good times from the past. I have been posting them with his permission of course. It helps me as well as Rob to see them on the screen. He is going to Kuwait this coming Wednesday A.M. He will be staying 24 miles from the Iraq border in a tent camp.
We have only been separated when he was growing up by the mission trips he would take during the summer. There was danger only once during one of them to Mexico. Yes, we are separated now with states between us. We have also had the luxury of cell phones and computers. This is different.
As I left his home, I held his face in my hands and told him "I loved him." I walked away not really knowing if I would ever see that beautiful face again or the smell of the scent of him. There is no guarantee. I realize we never have guarantees if we will see our loved ones again. That is why we should live each moment as if it were our last. We don't know what is going to happen. It is life. I know this... I also know where he is going. Lets face it... it is in a war zone. I have had a heaviness in my heart. There is a weight on my shoulders. As much as I try to give it to God....
Thanking Him in advance for His protection over Rob (He is protecting him with one of the biggest baddest Angel's ever).
He has Rob in the palm of His hand.
He has Rob covered.
I am trusting him....

I am still only human and a mother. I am scared. My mind does tend to go to the crazy place of what ifs, from time to time.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28

At times like these, I cling to Him. I picture myself holding on to Him, as close as I can get. I am tucked under His arm, and He's holding me tight. That is where I am right now. Safe. Protected.
I will do this one day at a time until Rob comes home.


  1. Your faith will see you through, and Robert's faith will bring him safely home.
    Bless you both.

  2. Dear sweet Angela: We need to make lunch this coming week, or least a cup of tea.
    When I felt the spirit of heaviness so badly, it was really the garments of praise that brought me out of it!! I even shared it in a post.
    You are so right....your sweet Rob is in the most secure hands there are...God's.
    Love and Hugs, will call you Mon.
    Wanda Mom

  3. Oh, I got carried away...the picture and the poem spoke to me! Very nice. Is the statue in your back yard???

  4. Yes! That statue is in the corner of my backyard.

  5. I'm thinking of you

    sending love xoxoxo

  6. I think you and Rob should carry a copy of Psalms 91 with you. Make it one of your prayers. I will pray it over him while he's gone, too. And over you. It is one of the coolest Psalms when dealing with disease or danger.

    Rob will be covered in lots of prayer, my dear!

  7. Yes, One day at a time. One prayer at a time. One Mother's child at a time. Times thousands. Wishing, hoping, praying for you, your child, and all during this time. For love, for reunions, for peace.

  8. Wow, I will hold you both in my prayers. You must be worried, I cannot imagine it. Pray for this war to end or at least for the US to pull out of there and come home.
    Thinking of you...xo

  9. The only thing more awful than waiting this out, would be to waiting it out and be without God holding both of you in His hand. At least for those who believe.

    Worship comes from two English words. Worth and sipe (with a long i sound). Worth you know. Sipe in the orginal latin meant to kiss towards the king or one worthy of respect. This is when your worship becomes a scarifice of worship, a kiss of deference to the King of Kings. I'm praying for you both.

  10. My prayers held you in Lourdes and today.