Never Forget to Pray

Photo by Erin Dietrich1

Tomorrow we will celebrate our freedom to live freely in a land we love. A privilege from the Lord. Mother's, wives, little children, will be acutely aware of the price this freedom takes as they celebrate alone . Separated by a war necessary because of a sinful world. Perhaps this post is more appropriate for Memorial day, but the significance is the same.

The other night I ran across these photos*. Pictures (second set) of soldiers returning home from war to their eagerly awaiting families. The emotion in them is very raw. Photographs filled with joy of a painful journey over, others show the awful side of war. The families that never welcomed their loved one home with waving flags. Instead they welcomed a flag draped coffin.

Acutely I was reminded how much these families as well as our soldiers need desperate prayer. Today thank the Lord for the freedom He has given, then bring the warriors who fight at home and on the battle front to the feet of Jesus.

*I don't endorse the content found elsewhere on the website or the choice of dress in some of the pictures.

I've been Convicted...

By these few words...

“Assumptions are the termites of relationships.” -Henry Winkler

Perhaps my time would well be better spent praying for my friends rather than dreaming up fantasy problems for them.

She Loves Him

Twenty years ago something very special happened in our family. My oldest sister married her beloved during a beautiful wedding ceremony, and I don't remember a thing.

I don't remember the storm with hurricane wind speeds that knocked the power out for days just weeks before the wedding. Thus saving the mother of the bride from having to cook. Allowing her time for other important things. I don't remember the frenzy of wheat harvest as the father of the bride and any early arriving guests on hand worked hard to bring in the grain. I don't remember my sister spending hours sewing yards of satin and bits of lace into her wedding gown. I don't remember the ring bearer who was framed as the culprit for holding up the couple's departure. I don't remember the food, the flowers, decorations, or even the many well wishers who packed the church. I probably don't remember the spoken vows because I was asleep nestled in my mothers arms. I'm quite certain from the reports and the photographic proof it was lovely day.

What I see now is the beauty of the love which has continued to blossom since my sister's wedding day. A wedding ceremony is beautiful, but only if there is a couple to celebrate its remembrance each year. Sadly a day that once held beauty now is a painful memory for many couples, because of the cruel plight of divorce .

Not my sister, she still holds that bridal glow I'm certain that made her stunning that June evening. This is not what I remember, but the love I see in her, reflected upon the face of her husband. I will see it tomorrow, next year, for as long as the Lord will allow I know I will see it.

There is just something...

very nice about siblings...








...even when they are bigger than you, because than they are wiser than you.

All this because....

Two people fell in love


Happy 43rd Anniversary mom and dad.

I Didn't Know...

I didn't know many things when I came to college.

I didn't know you could have so much fun with friends.

I didn't know friends could care so much when you cried.

I surprised myself with coming to love my friends very much. Now I'm bearing the awful affects of doing this. For saying good bye is very, very, hard thing to do, but if this is the only consequence I must suffer for my friendships than I feel it is a very small price to pay.

I must only live in this sadness for a short while, for someday we will all be together forever and ever in Glory. Good bye will never be in our vocabulary than. And I think I like that idea very much.

Thought of the Day.

Today I thought of something very sad...

In one week I will be packing up my earthly belongings, thus my freshman year of college will be over.

The feeling of sadness because I'll miss the seniors.
The feeling of joy because of the faithful God who taught so much.
The feeling of gratefulness for a God who never gives up.
The feeling thankfulness for friends who bless a person so much.