Most of my life I have lived with God in one hand and the world in the other .. never realizing or understanding that the plan the world, my parents, or even I had for myself were baby size and amateur compared to the plan(s) my Father has for me!
When I found out I was getting medically separated from my beloved Marine Corps, I cried .. I cried real tears! And if any of you know me that is not a common thing in my life. (well until about June but that is another story)
I cried because I put so much into the Corps, into developing myself into a Marine, and then teaching my Marines to do the same. My identity was defined by the rank on my collar, the ribbons and medals on my chest and my deployments; that was all about to be stripped away and non important in the civilian world.
Who would my Marines learn from? Who would defend them and stand up for them? Who will they go to for personal issues if I am not there? They tell us we are all but a # to the Corps and to the US Govt. BUT all my Marines have a name, a family, a history and a future! Too bad I didn’t make it a point to sit each one of them down and tell them that Jesus loves them.
When people saw me they saw Marine Sgt LaRose …… I am slowly transforming from Marine to lover of Jesus … Now when people see me I hope they see the light of this earth and that my image be in shadow to His everlasting love and brightness that lives inside me!
