Sometimes I Forget Where I am

I’m in Germany, living on a military base, but if you stay close, you live no differently then you would in the good ole USA.  Tonight I was reminded where I am….

We made our weekly trip to the commissary tonight.  Usually Ria goes alone, #1 because I’ll spend twice as much and bring home 3 bags and #2, because our kids turn into maniacs when they step in there.  Well, tonight we all went together.  From the second aisle, there’s this kid, who seems to be doing whatever he can to see us.  He and Gabriel are talking and I’m messing with him.  He shows up in every aisle and grabs something from the shelf, runs back to his Mom in the next aisle over.  In no time, he’s back to return the item and I’d say something like, “man, she wouldn’t let ya have it?” or “hey, throw that in our cart.”  I ask him how old he is and he says, “I’m seven.” His two front teeth are missing, just like Gabriel.  A few aisles over, I ask him his name and he says, “Javon”.

We keep shopping and he keeps showing up and I keep saying to Ria, “man, that kid looks familiar.” She tells me that I’ve probably seen him when I was picking up Gabriel from school or maybe I’ve seen him at the dental clinic where she works.  I have no idea!

We’re getting ready to check out and there he is again.  I said, “hey Javon, what’s your Daddy’s name?”, thinking maybe I know him from church or something.  Javon says, “Ummm Sgt. something…Uhhh, I mean, I’m really not sure, I haven’t seen him in 2 years, he’s in Iraq fighting a war.” I had to walk away as tears ran down my face.  Sometimes I forget where I am.  Sometimes I forget how lucky we are to be together this Christmas.  Sometimes I forget that I am surrounded by these kids who have Mommy’s and Daddy’s that won’t be home next week.  It hit me like I hope it hits you.  Our words may not help much, but I know God’s Word will.  James 5:16 seemed fitting today.  Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. (NIV)
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If you know a child like this one or know someone who knows someone, pray for them tonight.  If you don’t know anyone, you can pray for Javon tonight.  I know I will be.

Don’t forget….Don’t EVER forget!

  • http://www.kriskelley.com Kris

    Aww! When I first started to read this, I thought it was going to be a funny story. I didn't realize it was going to be so touching. I will definitely be praying for Javon.

    • http://intensedebate.com/people/Pastor_T Pastor_T

      Funny thing is, I had a blog in my head before we went that night and it was gonna be a funny one :-) . Awesome how God intervenes and puts words here on the fly :-) .

  • http://breezyneon.wordpress.com/ breezyneon

    We can always look around and find things to be thankful for. Unfortunately we including me seem to take it for granted too often. The holidays are the roughest on older single seniors and children. I wish I could just cheer each one up and make them feel special and loved. Sometimes the holidays make me sad knowing how much others are hurting.

    • http://intensedebate.com/people/Pastor_T Pastor_T

      Yes, we just have to pray that they let God fill their lives like He fills ours and turn to Him when they feel down. Thanks for sharing!

  • http://www.crucialencounter.com Andy McMahon

    Wow. That's rough stuff man.

  • Brandi

    The military has been a bitter/sweet time in my life….Everything I LOVE I also HATE, sounds wierd but true….I love that Shane gets to see and do things that most won't ever have the opportunity too but we also have to watch him leave when he goes. I love that my children have an opportunity to learn about other cultures but it makes me sad that 2 of my 3 kids do not know their own grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins etc…I love living in Germany but I miss our families…I never felt more like a REAL military spouse than when I went w/a friend to wait for an emergency spouse meeting to wait to see if her husband was fine, injured, or passed away; army does things a little different than I'm used to, my very cottled airforce life. I love working with children but it breaks my heart everytime you see the pain in their eyes or confusion of not understanding why dad is gone or leaving. (split into 2 comments)

  • Brandi

    A little boy at our church, I met him when he was 3, his dad had been gone most of his life only home like 1 year of it. He came back a few months after I met him, most excited I had ever seen the little boy and than maybe 6 months later the father was leaving again for a year, its hard!! What do you say, there are no words of comfort for them….As an adult we can pull through, we can wrap our heads around what is coming and prepare, children cannot….It is tough but I am so glad God is head of our family b/c I see the difference it has made in our lives, we have hope now, even in the hard times….Thanks for sharing b/c we do ALL need to remember to pray for the CHILDREN, who did not choose this life, but we pray that there families will endure the strorms by making Christ head of their lives.

    • http://intensedebate.com/people/Pastor_T Pastor_T

      We're in an awesome spot Brandi, where we can shine some light in the lives of these kids who may not otherwise have it. Although I, like you, think my words can't possibly help, I have faith that if only for that moment, my words can take their minds off of what hurts. It's awesome that God uses us for His children!