Last night Mark was riled up about the war, and the President’s recent decision to continue sending troops. He thinks this is a war that is not ‘win-able’. I honestly had not come to my own conclusion about it, and it stresses me out to think that there’s one more thing I should be knowledgable about. I felt completely overwhelmed for some reason.
Anyway, this morning I woke up with a clearer head, and have to say I agree with him.
But that doesn’t mean I do not support our troops and the men/women called to serve our nation.
Just yesterday, I watched with pride and sorrow as hundreds and hundreds of people lined the streets of our town to honor one soldier coming home to be buried. A little over a year ago, our daughter-in-law’s best friend lost her husband in the war.
I fully and completely support, pray for, and commend our soldiers.
Yet I cannot agree with continuing this war. I do not think we should send more people over there to fight.
And it’s the same way with my son. The son who says he is a homosexual, and pursuing a lifestyle I cannot agree with.
I love our soldiers, I do not love the war.
I love my son, I do not love his lifestyle.