Scribbled in my notebook on a Monday at Barnes & Noble.

My heart aches. What does tomorrow hold? God knows. But he’s not telling, or I’m not listening. Trust God. All things work for good… that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt. That doesn’t mean my heart won’t ache.

What will the kids be like without their Dad around? How will they cope? How will I cope, without him? Alone. Pretending to be strong. Pretending not to cry, not to ache. No strong arms around me. Mom. 24 hours a day with now break. With no daddy. South Carolina, how far is that? Closer than Iraq.

He won’t go will he? Which is worse? Iraq or all of us moving? And moving, and moving? No home.