Brothers in Arms

I thank my God in all my remembrance of you. Philippians 1:3

Cam and I were going through our son David’s car, painfully cleaning out his silver Toyota Prius in order to sell it. I slowly picked up each item: Gum, pens, hand sanitizer, and held them gently like a broken bird. David touched these,I thought. 

I found an old CD in it labeled “New Car Tunes.” Which means he probably put the compilation of tunes together around six years ago. I listen to it a lot. 

 One of his “tunes” causes me to weep when I think of him and our family and all we went through together over the last couple months of David’s life: 

These mist covered mountains

Are a home now for me

But my home is the lowland

And always will be

Someday you’ll return to

Your valleys and your farms

And you’ll no longer burn to be 

Brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction

Baptisms of fire

I’ve witnessed your suffering

As the battle raged high

And though they did hurt me so bad

In the fear and alarm

You did not desert me

My brothers in arms.

There’s so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones.

Now the sun’s gone to hell and

The moon’s riding high

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to die.

Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms

Being now on the other side of this raging battle (and living hourly with the results), I’m giving thanks that David knew we were his brothers in arms.

I’m real because God is so real. ~ Nancy