Where would we be without our American veterans? Scary thought isn’t it? With the recent murders at Ft. Hood in Texas, I was brought to tears many times this week, once again overwhelmed with gratitude for those who have volunteered to serve our country.
Most of you know I was raised by a U.S. Marine. Words like honor,integrity, hard work, and never-say-quit, were taught to me at a very young age. The same traits nurtured in our American soldier. Love of our country runs deep in our family. It has become part of our heritage, our genetic makeup.
It shows itself in the ways we remember those who have given their lives, and those serving today. Though we live in a neighborhood of houses side by side, our home is pretty easy to spot. It is the only one with a 20ft flagpole out front with our flag flying proudly. If someone ever decides to remove it, they will find Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord. Psalm 33:12 etched by my own hand in the cement base.
If you were to enter my front room you would see framed pictures of my uncles, father, and grandfathers, all dressed in their military attire. World War II, the Korean War, Viet Nam, are each represented on my buttercream wall. I am grateful for each and every one of them, thankful for their sacrifice, for their service.
Today my prayers of gratitude are for those serving right now. Men and women who have left their families behind to fight on foreign soil. Sacrificing their luxuries and peaceful existence in America for the benefit of ours.
May the Lord bless each life serving today. And may they somehow feel the whispers of our thankful prayers caress their faces, as they lay their heads down tonight.