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Monday, July 3, 2017

From My Journal: Happy Independence Day!

 When it is the season for celebrating our Independence I like to reflect on a couple of things:

First, I am so grateful that I have not yet had to experience war on my front doorstep as others have. 

Can you imagine being trapped aboard an enemy vessel with only a small portal to watch the perilous fight at Fort McHenry?



The very flag that flew over Fort McHenry that inspired Francis Scott Key.
Waiting in what must've been the longest, darkest night and struggling to see the outcome--would the patriots be able to hang on? The lyrics give you a glimpse into his feelings as he waited for the approaching dawn... "Oh say, can you see..."

Some of the words got cut off in the original picture, but I am so pleased to have a picture of this at all.

Second, I like to ponder on the sacrifices made by our fore-fathers. Would I have been willing to risk the lives of my family, and go without conveniences and food?

The signers of the Declaration of Independence, 56 wealthy and well-educated men sacrificed everything they had.

The Americans Who Risked Everything by Rush Limbaugh is worth the read, or you can listen to a condensed version by Paul Harvey here on YouTube.

Have a safe, and fun celebration, but take time to remember those to whom we owe our freedoms and our prosperous lifestyles.

From my journal,

Monday, May 29, 2017

From My Journal: Happy Memorial Day


Memorial Day was originally called Decoration Day. It started when women of the South decorated the graves of fallen confederate soldiers. After the war, the North also decorated the graves of their fallen. Each region had their own date in late spring when they decorated. It was seen as more of a reconciliation than of harboring old wounds.

It became a time to remember our fallen heroes of each war by decorating their graves. To let them know we will never forget their sacrifice.

As a child, I remember my mother called it Decoration Day. She'd cut fresh flowers from all over our yard. She filled buckets of water to hold all of her clippings. We'd put them in the back of our car, hoping they wouldn't tip over. I liked going to the cemetery with my mom in the morning. If we went early it was quiet and peaceful. Later on, it would get busy. I learned respect for the dead as we cleaned around the headstones and decorated all of our family graves along with the military graves. I learned proper flag etiquette. I learned respect and gratitude for all who passed before me. They all sacrificed to make life better for me.

I loved Decoration Day. To a kid, it meant school was nearly over, and all my cousins would get together in the afternoon for a barbecue and volleyball. My chore was cleaning off the patio with the hose--my favorite chore because I could get wet.



I don't think I truly appreciated the sacrifices of those lost and fallen until I became an adult. A few years ago I had the opportunity of visiting the Washington Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, the Viet Nam memorial, and the WWII Memorial. I felt the sacredness of the area. I knew it was hallowed ground and that the Lord respected their sacrifices. This is where I truly gained reverence and awe for all the sacrifices made in my behalf.



May you enjoy the day with family, but also please take time to remember the cost and those who paid it.