When thinking of our military, the statement “ultimate sacrifice” conjures up thoughts of dying in the line of fire.
For those of us not wearing the uniform, that truly does seem to be the ultimate sacrifice.
As a military wife and mother, “ultimate sacrifice” sends a blood-curdling chill down my spine.
Just this past week, my husband’s unit suffered an ultimate sacrifice, but it was not what anyone would have suspected. Continue reading “What is the ultimate sacrifice?”
I feel rather silly admitting this, but this morning when I woke up, I cried on Mother’s Day.
It really hit me how life has changed.
I cried because I am missing my dad, even more with each passing year. I missed the excitement of being a kid on a holiday, all excited to go see relatives that I thought would live forever. Then, I cried because I missed my grandmothers, great-grandmothers and my great-aunts. Continue reading “Why I cried on Mother’s Day”
“Intuition is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way.” – Florence Scovel Shinn
I believe God has blessed mothers with a very special gift. Do a Google search for “Mother’s Intuition,” and you could spend days reading about this phenomenon. As Mother’s Day approaches, I got to thinking of my own experiences with Mother’s Intuition.
Continue reading “How Mother’s Intuition has deepened our bond”
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 ESV
My sister-in-law and I have a code. Since we communicate these days mostly by texting, we know that if we get a text that reads, “Got a minute to chat?” then it is time to talk – whether on the phone or in person.
She was my one of my “battle buddies” while my husband was on an unaccompanied tour, and then a few months later, when he and our oldest son were deployed at the same time. She has listened to me rant and rave like a crazy woman and has seen me at my absolute worse – mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
Continue reading “Because you pray”
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.” – Albert Einstein
Doing my “bicycle exercises” is definitely helping the health of my legs; the same legs that now feel like rubber. The burn in my muscles lets me know I am making progress. The other day, from my vantage point on the floor, I was certain I had been peddling away for hours. Laying on my exercise mat, I glanced over at the clock. Surely I had made progress, and was inching to the two-minute mark.
Nope. I hadn’t even completed one minute of peddling. Continue reading “When minutes add up to years”