For those people who asked, how was your mission?
How were the last two years of your life?
Casual, inquisitions that really don't want an answer
Because the answer would take hours to tell
The mission, rocked me, through me on the ground kicked me in the stomach, broke my legs so I had to stay on my knees, shattered my memories, punched my expectations in the face, squeezed my tear ducts until they jumped from the pressure and landed on my pillow.
The mission, took my dried sponge of a heart, drenched it in water until it became so soft that the liquid of God would flow freely through it. It took my pride shattered it, and then gave me confidence. it took my sight, and pulled it pushed it and stretched it until I finally had an eternal perspective. It cracked open my understanding, and filled it until it overflowed. It took my character, and forced it to run until it could complete and iron man. It taught me to judge myself by my actions, and others by their intentions, not the other way around.
The mission, was not the best two years of my life.
But it was the best two years for my life.
It made me weep bitterly, and shout for joy.
I never felt so guilty, or so liberated!
But those two years are over, I carry the scars proudly that I gained while in service, and love to tell the stories pertaining to them.
But I am home now,
I have returned home from life boot camp
I am ready to take on what lies ahead,
So lean back and watch and you’ll be surprised how comfortable it looks for me to soar through the sky.
