I come from a long line of patriots. service persons and first responders. Remembering what Memorial Day is actually about is not an annual event in my circles. We remember our fallen frequently, all year around.
I thank God that this year all my offspring have officially retired from military service. I can’t help but remember how close we came to a different perspective. We are fortunate indeed.
Please take time to reflect upon the sacrifices made for the freedoms we enjoy and too often take for granted.
“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!””
Isaiah 6:8 (NIV)
My family observes Veterans Day with deep gratitude, heartfelt prayer, tribute posts to Facebook, visiting cemeteries and revisiting photos of the valiant service members throughout our family branches (including my dad, brother, three of my offspring, Cole…). At sunset the typical gathering of friends and visitors silently, reverently saluted the flag in honor of our veterans.
Feeling a bit drained I decided to recline with a DVD for the later part of the evening, American Sniper. But minutes into it Roommate and Cole burst through the door, the former giddily declaring, “We have a calf!”
Jumping up from the couch, I grabbed my jacket, was on their heels, out the door and westbound toward the paddock. Cole had already moved the mare and the 3-year-old steer to the south pasture. The cows furtively chomped alfalfa while eyeing the newborn calf resting comfortably a few yards away.
Cole wandered off to points east while I ooh and aah-ed over the new arrival. Wrapping our coats more tightly around ourselves, Roommate thought aloud, “How funny; weeks of great weather and she waited to birth on a foggy Veteran’s Day.” I replied, “So, what will we call him ?”
After a nano-second pause, Roommate said, “Hero.”
“Bam,” I replied. Much fist bumping, oohs and ahhs ensued.
“The Lord your God will bless you as He has promised.” Deuteronomy 15:6 (NLT)