In memory of…

In memory of those who have given their lives for our freedom…

the price of freedom

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because freedom isn’t free.

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We set aside this day to reflect and honor the men and women who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom.
To say “thank-you” is really not enough, but still, it is something that should be said today and every day.

Thank you for giving your life for our freedom.  We honor, love and respect you!

Since our inception, we’ve been free
Praise those brave who’ve kept this to be

America, how blessed we are
By those who dare fight, each bright star

Our brave do not dodge, love bears pride
When called to move out, how they stride

They show they’re our absolute plus
They’ll not send mixed signals to us

They keep our strong freedom alive
In a world where it’s tough to survive

All who proudly marched in our past
Their deeds helped this nation to last

To the brave war has taken away
Hold Solemn Memorial Day

Honor each with love and respect
Take time to feel sorrow, reflect

Pray to God as our young march on
Leading liberty through each dawn

Show thankfulness, wholehearted care
They stand for us, with pride, sincere

©2006Roger J. Robicheau

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The things I remember

Or maybe it should be…the things I forget!

My memory is not one of the best ones around. Partly because of some medication that I have to take everyday, and partly because, well…I guess because I’m getting older?

I have forgotten some of the details of what some people would consider the milestones in my life.  For the most part I remember the events, it’s the details, the little things that I just can’t remember.

It used to bother me a lot when people would say to me “remember when….” Nope, I don’t remember.  And trying to remember just seems to make it worse.  When I can’t remember something that everyone thinks I should remember, I have a tendency to just think of myself as a complete loser.

I mean really, everyone remembers their first kiss, right? Or their first date? Or how about how you felt when you held your newborn in your arms for the very first time?

That would be a big “no” for me. Don’t remember it, and I’m not even going to try to remember it anymore.

But it’s not that I don’t remember anything, ever.  I do have a memory, and my mind isn’t gone, it’s just that once in a while, something will escape my memory, and try as I might I can’t recollect the event, person, place or thing.  The details.

Sometimes it makes me sad.  Sometimes it frustrates me.  And sometimes I get discouraged because I want to be able to remember better than I do.

I’ve decided that if I can’t remember an event or a detail in my life history, it’s ok.  I’m not a loser, and life goes on.  I write things down, I’ll do my best to remember what I can, and if I don’t remember the details, well hopefully, my husband will! 🙂

There is one thing I will never forget, and I have no trouble remembering, and it is this…I am loved.

I am loved by my husband, my family, and my God.

A detail that will never be lost or forgotten.

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Give your best

If I am ever in doubt as to what I should do….it would be good to keep this in mind.

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Re-blogged from “Morning Story and Dilbert”

Sharing a cute story with a good lesson to learn and remember. I especially like the line that says “Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket…keep it in your own”.
Hmmm

Morning Story and Dilbert

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned…

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Merry Christmas 2012

Christmas in the manger

Christmas in the Manger

by: Nola Buck and Felicia Bond

I am the star that shines in the east,

I light the stable for man and beast.

I am the donkey, soft and gray,

I carried his mother from far away.

I am the ram, with my curly horn

I guard the stall where the child is born.

I am the ox, strong as steel,

before the only son I kneel.

We are the shepherds who watch the sheep,

tonight a holy watch we keep.

We are the wise men, gifts we bring

for baby Jesus, our newborn King.

I am Mary, the mother mild,

how I love my tiny child.

I am the baby asleep in the hay,

and I am the reason for Christmas Day.

this time last week

This time last week I was traveling north to be with my daughter and her husband, to celebrate the 1st birthday of our youngest grandson. A sweet little blue-eyed boy, with a sparkle in his eyes, and the infectious belly laugh of a one year old.

Happy Birthday, little guy!  I love you so much!

Rick looking up at me

This time last week, 26 lives were ripped from this world in a horrific shooting at a grade school in Newtown CT.  The lives of mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, grandmas and grandpas, were changed in ways that I can’t even imagine.  Changed in a way I don’t want to imagine, because it should never have to be imagined.  It just shouldn’t be.

The extreme contrast of the two did not go unnoticed by anyone in my family.  Our event was to celebrate a life, a milestone.  In Newtown, they were mourning. It was a tragedy.  Plain and simple, as there is just no other way to describe it.

My heart, it is so full.  It’s full and overflowing with the memories of the week-end, and struggling with the wide range of emotions.  The sorrow for the families who are in so much pain. The blessing of a wonderful husband, the gift of amazing children, and the joy of precious grandchildren.

I feel a little like Mary right now, “pondering all these things in my heart“. It was a very special moment in my life.  Our time together as a family was full of laughter, and hugs, and smiles. In Newtown, there are only hugs and tears.

And once again I am made aware of life and its brevity. How abruptly it can end, and how important it is to cherish my family each moment that we have together.  I am reminded by the powerful message of the inability to control, and I am overwhelmed by the security and knowledge that we are all in the Hands of God.

The peace of forgiving

“Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.”
― Lewis B. Smedes

Forgive and Forget: Healing the Hurts we Don’t Deserve” by Lewis B Smedes, is probably the best book I’ve ever read on the subject of forgiveness.

The impact it had on my life was a sense of freedom and release from the bondage of the inability to forgive.  I knew that it was the right thing to do, and I would often get to the point where I thought I could forgive, and then I would stop.

Nope! in my mind, I didn’t want to give the other person the privilege of my forgiveness.  I wanted them to feel the pain that I had felt! Maybe even more!

The reality of it is this, it just doesn’t work like that.

Anyone who is cruel enough to cause pain and not ask for forgiveness after the fact, does not feel any guilt or pain by our resistance to forgive them.  Their life goes on, and they probably continue in the same vein of hurting others.

They are not even giving a second thought to the deed done to me. But my life becomes consumed by unhealthy emotions.  I become conflicted with my own guilt over the unwillingness to forgive, and the bitterness and anger caused by the hurt and the pain.

I learned that the act of forgiveness does not mean that I can or should forget, nor is it required of me to forget. However, forgiveness is still required. It doesn’t mean that I never experienced the pain and the hurt, and it doesn’t mean that I will never remember it again. What it means is that I have made the choice to forgive.

And in choosing to forgive, I move forward with new hope and peace in my heart. I can’t excuse, tolerate or forget, I can only forgive.  And in forgiving, I am released from the bondage of guilt and bitterness.

(Interesting note, Lewis B Smedes died on this day in 2002.  I had no knowledge of this until today.  I am thankful for his insight into a very painful subject.  He certainly had an impact on my life.)