A few nights ago I received a wonderful, unexpected text. It was my niece’s husband, Mark (not his real name). He won’t be with our family this Christmas. He’s in the military, serving six months in the Middle East.
My husband and I sent him a care package a few weeks ago, hoping it would reach him in time for the holidays.
Mark texted me to say it arrived, and he was so thankful. The box was filled with holiday cookies, candy, our Christmas card, and a letter. I hoped he’d like it. I wasn’t sure what treats he’d want. But I knew that wasn’t the important part. I wanted him to know we think of him often and pray for his safety. I told him we’re grateful to him and his fellow officers for serving our country.
We texted back and forth for awhile, and I was thinking how great it is that we can communicate so easily — me in the United States, and Mark, thousands of miles away, in a foreign land.
I told him I was making beef stroganoff for dinner, and he said that was one of his favorite meals. Comfort food. My daughters wondered if that made him sad. I don’t think so. He wants to hear about our normal lives, about the familiar. He’s doing his job abroad, which I’m sure is very unpleasant at times. But it must help to know that when he gets home, he’ll be reacquainted with the people, places, and things he loves and misses so desperately.
God bless our troops at the holidays, and always.
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