Fear Not

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I sat there, sipping my mocha, while our daughter rolled a ball across the floor, back and forth, and periodically tried to escape from the little corner we had planted ourselves in, waiting for them to call the flight. I took a picture or two of father and daughter, grinning, holding each other close. And then, before I was ready for it, he was hugging me one last time, and getting in line to board his flight—the flight that would take him, first to training, and then to the other side of the globe, to fight for freedom and safety.

He stepped onto the jetway, and I turned toward the exit, holding back tears as my daughter toddled along beside me, totally oblivious to what had just happened. In a daze I walked back outside, strapped my daughter in her seat, and then drove across town before the tears finally hit.

He was gone.

The endless weeks stretched out in front of us. The mark I placed on next year’s calendar looked way too far away. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day, Easter, so many holidays would pass before I saw his face again.

During our deployment season, I struggled. Struggled with envy as I saw pictures of families on social media as the holidays came near. Struggled with worry, as my husband lived in a volatile part of the world.

Struggled with peace.

Because I was living through a season that felt anything but peaceful. A season where the contrast of life and death was inescapable—cast sharply in black and white. A season where I truly noticed the influence of my husband on our lives. I noticed the littlest things. The lack of heavy boots at the end of my bed. The lack of excitement at the end of the day, when my daughter used to watch with anticipation for her father to pull into the driveway. That missing set of hands during the bedtime routine. I missed his company. I struggled to see how these long months of separation could be of any good.  

There were times that I let fear take over, as I imagined what could happen to my husband over there in that sand pit.

Fear, because I honestly doubted I could be a single parent during this season. My husband had always played such an immense role in our home life, I didn’t think I could do it on my own.

Fear, because I really don’t like being home, alone, in the dark.

Fear, because my husband was living in a truly violent place.

Yes, fear was very much a part of my life during that season.

But then, peace would enter in.

Peace would come, in the moments where my imagination would get out of control. When I’d start to become consumed with the what ifs.

Peace would come and smooth out all the frustrations, the loneliness.

No, my life during that season didn’t always look all that peaceful from an outward sense.

But the beautiful thing is that God understood.

He took the fear, the loneliness, the frustration, and replaced it with His peace.

“He will cover you with His feathers; you will take refuge under His wings. His faithfulness will be a protective shield. You will not fear the terror of the night, the arrow that flies by day, the plague that stalks in darkness, or the pestilence that ravages at noon. For He will give His angels orders concerning you, to protect you in all your ways.” (Psalm 91:4-6, HCSB)

This image, of a mother bird with her young, reminds me of just how gentle God is with all of us. He gets it, when we’re going through a rough season. When we’re struggling with fear, anger, frustration, loneliness. And sometimes He just holds us close. He protects us. He reminds us that we belong to Him. That He has the bigger picture already figured out.

That deployment season is now a few years back for us, but even now, I have days, times when I feel so lonely. Days when I’m frustrated as a wife and mother. And then, I remember that time of refinement. Those moments when God showed up, and simply held me, with all my frailty and doubts, close. And it reminds me, I really have nothing to fear. He’s got this.

Meg Chaney

Writer at Deployed Heart
Meg is wife to a military man, mama to a preschooler & toddler, and nap time reader of classic literature. Her favorite dates with her husband include bookstores, coffee shops, and dreaming up the next corner of the world they want to travel to. You can find her on Instagram @deployedheart.

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  • Meg, your strong story really resonates with anyone who has had to face unexpected interruptions in her life plan, like war and deployment, like being in charge at home, like feeling bone-deep fear and loneliness. Knowing that you made it through those times is a wonderful lesson to share – with your child, with other women going through more deployments, and especially with those back at home where life is definitely very different. Very inspiring, Meg. Mary Latela

    • Meg

      Thank you! Your words are so sweet to me tonight!

  • So beautiful to be reminded that God shows up in the midst of our struggles. I am encouraged by your words to open my eyes, to find the evidence of His faithfulness.

    • Meg

      Thank you so much! That deployment season was rough, but so fruitful. I learned so much about my marriage, and about parenting!

  • Gayl Wright

    I can’t begin to imagine what young wives/mothers go through when their husbands are deployed. It must be very hard. I’m glad you were able to have those times of peace in your heart amidst the real fear. I also love that image of God as the mother bird covering her young. He does treat us gently and understands when we are frightened. A joy to read your words!

    • Meg

      That image is so comforting to me. God is near, even in the dark times!

  • Meg, you captured this so well. Deployment stories take me right back to my own time as a Navy wife. Oh my gosh, the loneliness, the noticing of all the missing “little things” and also the fierce independence that getting through all that brings. Thanks for sharing this story!

    • Meg

      Thank you Amelia! Fierce independence is right! That, and learning I could do so much more than I thought I could, with God by my sight.