My Grandmother Anna Kongslie imigrated to the United States from Norway. Her youngest son served in the army during WWII. After Alfred died, I found this letter among his papers.
Our Dear Boy
And so
you are across the waters. I was getting
somewhat suspicious. We thought that
maybe you were just on a maneuver and were unable to get mail thro. Am glad you are safe. We still don't know where you are of course,
but it is a consolation to me to think of what you said once when you were
small, maybe about 8 years old. You did
not exactly like to go up alone in the dark.
Still you did not just think you should be afraid. But you were getting sleepy and I said, “I
will go with you if you want me to. Not
that there is anything to be afraid of.
But I will go along anyway because it would be fun.”
“Yes,”
you said, “if you will. But there is
nothing to be afraid of because God is here when it is dark, too. Isn't it kind of funny to think, Mamma, that
God is so big and so great He is all over the world at one time and sees everything
at once. Still He is so small that He can get into this house even when all the
doors are closed. Now He sees them that
are downstairs, He sees them that went to choir practice, and He is here and
sees you and me, even now when there is only our heads sticking out.”
We
sometimes come to places where we find as there is only our heads sticking out,
but still He sees us. Yes, Al, we shall
put our trust in God and everything will come out just fine. We have an anchor that keeps the soul,
steadfast and sure while the billows roar. Fastened to the Rock that can not
move. Grounded firm and safe in our
Saviors love. It's been such a
consolation to me to remember this, and I wanted to remind you, as I knew you
would feel the same.