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| Detail on a house on LBI, NJ |
The Christian soldier must avoid two evils—he must not faint or yield in the
time of fight, and after a victory he must not wax insolent and secure. When he
has overcome, he is so to behave himself as though he were presently again to be
assaulted. For Satan's temptations, like the waves of the sea, do follow one in
the neck of the other.
George Downame
Back in my post "It is Done", I talked about the Navy Seal Team 6 and their heroic, insanely
dangerous mission to rid the world of the evil that was Osama bin Ladin, now with a heavy
heart,I realize that like a wave of the sea, 38 of our husbands, daddy's, sons, brothers,
uncles and friends lost their lives in the wake of another wave of evil. A
Chinook helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan. All of this fighting is becoming a little
more personal now as I know these kids mom's and dad's. I've watched these kids grow up.
I guess I've fallen prey to the faulty thinking that by "doing the right thing" I
protect myself from the waves....I think then of my Grandma Ivy.She was such a hard worker.
The wife of a share cropper in NC. She gave birth to 10 children and buried three of them in infancy. To say that her life was hard is an understatement.
She used to always say to me, "sister, to whom much is given, but is required" I didn't quite
understand her words as a 6 year old, but boy, I do now. Back during her days as a young wife
and mother,there were no federal programs to help her or her children, despite that, she lived to be 92.....
on that faith. She didn't let the waves of life get her down. Of course, she was
knocked flat a few times, but faith held her up until Jesus calmed the sea of life that
tossed her about. She never lost that faith in all the years I was her grandchild. She has
been with Jesus for over 19 years now, but her legacy of love, and life, of honesty and faith speak to me almost every day. She who didn't have much in the way of material things, gave
ABUNDANTLY
She didn't walk on water, but she came close...she held tight to the hand that did. She braved the waves, she did
not give up. I want to be like my Grandma when
I grow up...I want to know the waves will
always come, but I want to be able to ride
them all the way to my Father's feet.
RIP Grandma Ivy, and the brave men who fought
for us. May God provide the peace that
passes all understanding to their families.
met mom & dad for lunch,
And thanking God for reminders of his presence like this beautiful rainbow after the storm...
For every hectic work day there is a quiet rest...
