This is perhaps the most honest post I have written thus far. Yes, I’m a little scared.
Three weeks ago, nearly 1,000 U.S. Army privates stood on a field in front of me. They had just completed what for many, if not all of them, were the hardest ten weeks of their young lives. As I watched the Ft. Jackson Basic Training Graduation ceremony what struck me first was a sense of awe. There were so many of them. What hit me next was a tinge of jealousy. Here were hundreds of young men and women, pledging their hearts, minds, and bodies to a cause. I could think of very little in my life that would motivate me to run to the center of a parade field and yell my allegiance, my absolute faith and certainty.
And then as God often does, or the “Universe” as a friend recently explained her faith “Because,” she said, “God is everywhere and everything,” I was given the answer I needed. No, a deep voice from the beyond sounding remarkably like Morgan Freeman did not say, “Jodie, my child, here is your purpose.” Continue reading