A beautiful day here. The sky is that brilliant, clear blue of spring skies here - before the humidity comes slamming in to keep us earth-bound. It's the kind of day you almost think you could fly simply by stepping up into the air because it is so beautiful it must be paradise.

The moon is full - again - and I love the way it hangs low in the sky, ready to fall to earth and fill us with silver luminescence. Of course, I know it never will. Where is your sense of romance and beauty???

I am being plagued again by wierd dreams. Mostly about Troy. Awakening in the night and being pressed into by the weight of the "what ifs." Look at the clock, add 8 hours. What is he doing at my 4 am, his noon? What dangers await him? Oh, anxiety - you are legion. How many times do I have to place him in God's hands, praying for his protection and safety? God keep Troy safe. Lord wrap your protection around my son, keep him safe in mind and body and soul.

I know the answer. And oh, yes - I will place my son in God's hands and pray for his safety and well- being as many times as I wake up and worry. Every day, every night. Every breath I take, every beat of my heart.

The beautiful Maria, Troy's sweet girlfriend, forwarded some photos and I will have to post a couple. One in particular, that causes people to comment "He looks just like you!" He does, too. Only masculine. Oh yeah, and younger....

Well, I must proceed with the day and I must commit to posting more regularly, too! I think it helps and if no other human ever reads a word I write - well, so??? I still need to say what is in my heart and if another soldier's mother finds this blog and finds some degree of comfort in knowing she is not alone in the world of soldier parenting - good.

God's peace and love fill your heart and mind and life. Be His instrument of beauty and grace.