My little brother is leaving in a few short days. He's going on a big ship into the even bigger Pacific ocean. I am trying to have faith that he will remain safe, that he will have a grand adventure, that he will not actually kill anyone.
I worry about his safety, of course, but I also worry that this experience will change him as it must but, that it will change him in a negative way. I worry he will come back so different that we won't know each other anymore.
He has a kind heart and is generous of his time, love, and gifting. I don't want war to harden his heart. I don't want him to have to live with the act of killing another person, enemy or not.
There is nothing I can do to change what will happen and for his sake I can only say positive and encouraging things. Here though, I can write the words I cannot speak.
May he be safe.