Jake, you used to be a goof ball. Then you grew up and became a Marine. You look so strong and dignified in your dress uniform. And I am convinced that you are an excellent Marine. But I suspect you are still a goof ball. You just hide it well.
In this moment, as you prepare to go, I see images of you as a toddler playing with Paul, as a goofy kid with braces, as a sober/hilarious teen and as a focused emerging adult at college. And of you in your dress uniform – so straight and strong and determined. It’s a far distance that you will travel, not just in miles but in experience and I expect that the intensity of both the brotherhood and the challenges you deal with in the coming year will be with you forever. In the midst of it – in the moments of boredom and tedium as well as the times of danger and loss I pray that you will cling to Jesus (he too has been to hell and back). If you do, He will bring healing to your soul in every way and in every need.
You are still a goof ball.
Love you,
Aunt Katie
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