The photo that I gave to all of you the year Grandpa died was taken of him at Forest Lawn Cemetery on Memorial Day, 1999, the year he died. Each and every Memorial Day and Veteran's Day he would take part in placing flags on the graves of the Veterans.
When I cleaned out his car there were American flags in the trunk. Grandpa loved his country deeply and dearly.
Grandpa would be so pleased to know that you took the time today to share on your blog.
It is so important for parents to teach their children about the meaning of this day. So many of the older Veterans are becoming concerned that this day set aside to honor our military heroes will end up as nothing more than a three day weekend with a parade and some hot dogs.
This blog is a place for my reflections and ramblings about this journey that we call life. The journey is filled with joys and trials, with quiet and chaos, with play and work. But even with the trials, I take joy in the fact that this journey leads to my eternal home in heaven. And I am blessed to share this journey with my family, and to lead our lambs down the same path home.
Unknown to us, our son Sam was born with an Arnold Chiari Malformation. When he sustained an accidental fall as a six month old baby, the congestion from the Chiari resulted in a spinal cord injury, known as Central Cord Syndrome. Since then, Sam has also been diagnosed with scoliosis, most likely because of his uneven muscle tone and strength. Sam has made slow but steady progress toward recovery, and we are still walking that road to recovery. We have had many sorrows and trials, but also many joys and blessings. God has been faithful to us, and He is still good even if life is hard. One of the hardest things for me was the uncertainty and lack of experience anyone had with our situation. If you are walking a similar road, and would like someone to travel by your side, whether you are further along or new to this experience, please feel free to contact me.
Books That Make Me Think
Respectable Sins, by Jerry Bridges
Unchristian, by David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons
Letters From a Skeptic, by Dr. Gregory A. Boyd and Edward K. Boyd
Family Driven Faith, by Voddie Baucham
Ultraprevention, by Mark Hyman, M.D. and Mark Liponis, M.D.
The photo that I gave to all of you the year Grandpa died was taken of him at Forest Lawn Cemetery on Memorial Day, 1999, the year he died. Each and every Memorial Day and Veteran's Day he would take part in placing flags on the graves of the Veterans.
ReplyDeleteWhen I cleaned out his car there were American flags in the trunk. Grandpa loved his country deeply and dearly.
Grandpa would be so pleased to know that you took the time today to share on your blog.
It is so important for parents to teach their children about the meaning of this day. So many of the older Veterans are becoming concerned that this day set aside to honor our military heroes will end up as nothing more than a three day weekend with a parade and some hot dogs.