I hate to admit it, but I can't help but feel like we are pushing our luck with a second deployment. I mean, he came home alive and one piece the first time, so why do it again?
The old T.V. game show "Press Your Luck" keeps running through my head. (I admit it, I watched way too much television when I was a kid.) I am one of the contestants shouting "no whammies!" and pressing the button one more time. I never could figure out why they didn't just keep the trip to Hawaii or the car and they had to go one more round.
I know that God is not up there going, "I can't believe they didn't stop when they were ahead!" and we shouldn't worry about tomorrow when eternity is secured. I just can't help my moments of human weakness sometimes. Is it okay to pray "no whammies!"?
Extreme Adventures in Motherhood (and trying to keep a house with 3 boys from smelling like a locker room!)