God, do I ever need you! I pray that you guard my tongue, cleanse my soul, and kill my pride. I seek silence, peace, and humility at a time where I’m getting worn down by my personal devil, the one that gets so alluring and cozy that he hitches a ride and bullies me to carry him around like a brand new backpack. He’s awfully heavy because he latches on to my strengths and makes them weaker, yet I adjust the straps and make it more comfortable, so he lingers because I get better at hanging out with him.
In remembrance, give thanks. Those are the profound words that stir my heart and soul every Memorial Day. Over the 2013 Memorial Day Weekend, my family experienced a mini-miracle. For years I hoped to recover something we lost in 2006. Here is the tale of lost crosses, faithful reunions, and thankful memories that are eternal. Continue reading “Lost and Found – Memorial Day Reunion”→