Friday, March 18, 2011

"Will you give this to my daddy?"


Red Friday- A great idea!! Story written by Paul Moorehead Jr.

"Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.

Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and Cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.

Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.

Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our Service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old ran up to one of the male soldiers. He knelt down and said 'hi...'

The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her...

The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.

The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.

When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.

After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'

The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.

As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.

We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.

RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday - and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED.
The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is.....We need your support and your prayers.

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example."

This idea started back in 2005, but had to share it. With our family missing a dear member, and watching so many hurting for their loved ones- I will be wearing red on fridays. Hope you join me!

Friday, March 4, 2011

WOOT WOOT!

The comfort I needed today...thank you, Jesus.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Fear and Faith are like...

Fear and faith are like...
fire and water?
drinking and driving?
white t-shirts and kool-aid?
diesel gas in an unleaded engine?
tires and nails?
metal and microwave?
laxatives and sleeping pills? (That's my personal favorite.)
What started this rampage was a wonderful quote from dear ol' Scotty: "Fear and Faith are like oil and water. They just don't mix." I think my pastor's example was the most appropriate, but the others sure are funny!
As I sat OBEDIENTLY through the sermon regarding submission, God floored me with this statement. I was more than content to trudge through Titus, or Ephesians, or any other wonderful passage about wives when I heard the introduction. I love a good beating. I need a regular reminder of WHY bossing, nagging, yelling, controlling and haranguing my husband doesn't seem to be very effective. Letting God do the "bossing" of my husband is so much nicer, and it always works out so well. But as I settled into the pew and expected the routine...BAM.

The absolutely unexpected, but very needed reminder. Fear and faith just don't mix. "What does that have to do with submission?!" God knew I couldn't fully submit my will and heart to anything as long as I had fear as my main motivator. I had spent the weeks prior being reminded how much I had to fear, because I keep making a hideous mess of my life, because the world is a terrible, uncertain place...because I am the mother of teenagers- God help me!
And then all in a weekend, God used instance after instance to right my world. My dear cyber/pedicure/horse buddy told me to quite worrying and "look up". My sweet patient who is dying of mouth cancer reminded me that death holds no fear when life has been lived FULL by sending a hilarious card to me. And my pastor totally twists sound submission theology and throws in a "fear and faith" message. ;) Oh, how I love it!

What a weapon we have, to know that when our knees are knocking and we can't sleep for all the fear in our heart- all we have to do is remember who God is and what He has said He would do. When my heart is breaking because I screwed up again- I can remember that "He remembers my sins no more." (Isaiah 43:25) When I am terrified that my kids are wrecking their future, I can remember that "your comfort brought me joy." (Psalm 94:19) And even when I am blowing this whole marriage thing like no one else before me, I can remember that "Your compassion is new every morning." (Lamentations 3:23) If I could just remember JESUS when the fear tries to steal my faith, I would find that "Nothing will be impossible." (Matthew 17:20)

Thank you, Lord, for your timing and your grace. This rotten flu bug is finally going away. The snow is melting and the sun was shining today. The heather is blooming and my Camille bush is trying to. All is right in Your World, Papa. Help me to always remember that and to "not give way to fear".

(And just so you know, I am trying to work on the submission thing too. Reading 1 Peter 3:1-6, I am pretty sure Sarah wouldn't have posted Proverbs 18:22 for Abraham on his side of the bathroom mirror. "He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the LORD." Maybe I need to take that down now...;)