The Titus 2:4 Project

I know and love a lot of veterans. (Some of them pictured here.) I can only share my own observations because I’m not a veteran myself. I’m not one of the brave ones. I kept my butt squarely in one of the cheap seats - a seat that cost me nothing. But from the safety and comfort of my vantage point, here are a few things I find compelling. To be a veteran seems to be part of a brotherhood that transcends branch, age, race, religion, rank or sex; all united under one FLAG and one word: SERVICE.   Within the brotherhood, I have witnessed the friendly rivalry between branches and MOS (specialties). It’s sort of like siblings bullying each other. People within the brotherhood can tease each other - but if anyone on the outside of the brotherhood threatens or maligns a member, they all rise to the defense of the other.   There’s an humble respect for the elder generation and the wounded among veterans. A silent nod to the man in the wheelchair or the one wearing a Vietnam Veteran...

I love my sleep.  I enjoy sleeping...curled up in my silky 600-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and that delicious, fuzzy blanket that our oldest daughter gave us for Christmas many years ago.  The memory foam pillow and mattress, atop an adjustable (read 'old people,' according to my little brother) base.  Oh, glorious sleep... My favorite time of day is bedtime.  So now you can understand why my lofty goal of getting up 'early' every day can be so difficult for me.  I even made that catchy song, Happy, my alarm tone.   That's a good way to take a song you used to enjoy and make yourself hate the first two seconds of it.   But I really want to get up earlier.  Because I know myself and my situation well enough to know that if I don't, I will miss my quiet time with God and my day will fall miserably short of what God intended for it to be. You wanna know why I didn't blog yesterday?  Yep.  You guessed it.  I didn't get ...

This is Memorial Day.  A day set aside to honor and remember those who paid it all for our freedom.  While I believe many thanks are due to our veterans, today is about the men and women who didn't make it home.  It's a day to stand beside our veterans and honor their fallen comrades, and give our honor and respect to the families who have lost their loved one. As a Blue Star Mother, I had the duty, honor and privilege of presenting Gold Star banners to the mothers of fallen soldiers at the memorial service honoring their child.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.  A Blue Star Mother is a mother of a soldier.  You have probably seen the banner hanging in someone's window, a red border around a field of white with a blue star representing each child that serves our country.  I've seen as many as five stars on one banner.  When you see a gold star, that means their soldier paid the ultimate price.  That's one gold...