My girls. They are aware of what I do, I think. At least when they say what I do, it sounds right. It sounds like what I’ve told them.
“Did you help any soldiers today?”
“Did you talk to soldiers about God today?”
“How was Army today?”
Some days, I want to say that I didn’t help anyone. That my office was empty and I was devoid of conversation. But invariably, the truth is I’m always where I’m supposed to be. And where I am I do my job.
I was out with the troops and I was supposed to catch a ride with the chow truck to go visit some other units. But, the truck left without me. So I was stuck where I was… And I had some great conversations with soldiers that I wouldn’t have had when I left.
I was unaware that morning PT was not being held. I showed up in PT’s and was welcomed by a pretty empty parking lot. I did connect with a company that was doing a run, so I went out with them… All unplanned. Also unplanned we’re the conversations I got to have with soldiers afterwards that wouldn’t have happened otherwise.
I am always amazed at how much I take these things for granted. Given the opportunity and my willingness to bend and be open, God will line up someone to talk to. The reality is I never really plan on helping anyone. It just kind of happens.