Time is a funny thing. Our lives seem centered around time. We depend on time for our sleeping habits and refer to it when it’s time to eat or go to church. We talk about being early, late and punctual and all these things deal with time.
Well, time has become my enemy. Time is no longer my friend. My animosity towards time stems from my lack of it when it comes to my family. One week from today I will leave my home and begin heading towards Ft. Jackson. In one week I will say goodbye to my wife and kids in order to train for the Army Chaplaincy.
I must be honest; I am truly excited about my training. I have anticipated CH-BOLC, once CHOBC, for so long that I am almost itching to go. The past two weeks have helped in my preparing to leave. The “time” with my family has been priceless and has aided in planning for the summer’s events. Last week, the wife and I were walking when she told me she thought she was ready. She wasn’t saying she was excited about my going, at least I don’t think so. Instead, our anticipation and preparation have yielded hearts primed by the Lord to endure our time apart.
The next week will be busy to say the least. I have so much to get ready and finished. Lists need to be completed and some even have yet to be made. I must clean, pack and spend time with my family.
CH Ken, CH Mark, CH Ham, Chaplain Candidate Dave, CH Herb, CH Scott and anyone else I might have missed, I will see you in no “time” at all.
