For those who left their blood on the sand, dirt, stone and sea for me. There is no payment worthy of that sacrifice you’ve made on my account. No amount ample for the exchange of your life, dreams and pursuits for mine. What you wanted was for our kids to be safe, our families to breathe free and for me to stand in the courage that you demonstrated for each of us to follow.

Knowingly express those things which are worthy of this sacrifice. Eagerly stepping forward to defend the innocent the vulnerable and the weak. Losing sight of fear in the presence of right standing, fully aware that God did not furnish this spirit of weakness and retreat. Mine is a day where I may not proceed forward without clearing but I certainly will stand in good courage remembering.

What day is coming for those who shall follow our path? What possibilities present to those of US who see the error of our folly and look to surrender to transformed mind and heart? What hope and faith foundation shall become widespread being tended by men of tenure? How shall man be viewed by children who know not how to gloss over or lie, but speak truth to power and weakness? For how shall any of US be remembered kindly if not in the eyes of those who we leave to follow?

Where is my heart if not wrestling with the blessings I am freely offered? What blessing is found in gifts, talents and hope that may never be called upon or used? We are not living dreams but building upon them with action, strong decision and power of spirit, heart and mind. Am I loved for simply being me or for those times that I have put aside my own self-service to assure the safety, health and future of someone who simply could not? These are my days that I have been assigned to make what can be made in my own muster and good thinking, while seeking God’s further provision of Spirit, equipping and provision to do that which is impossible.

This is the gift of life lived in the light that glory comes to God or in darkness that no one is remembered,