It is Remembrance Day here where I live. We remember Soldiers who have died for our country. My family is a direct product of World War Two and it is something I don't take forgranted. When I try to imagine what that time period must have been like ~ having to say good bye to my husband as he goes to fight knowing that there is such a slim chance I will see him again....I just cannot fathom it and yet that is what so many woman had to do and still do. The need to rely on someone bigger than themselves rang strong during those years and now as we attend the ceremonies to remember ~ the hymns, prayers and ceremony remind me of the strength believing in God can bring.
Death is so final. It means that an end has come. The breath leaves and the spirit departs and the ties we have had with that person are severed. It is so intense. I feel like the hope of Heaven in that sense is also such a gift. We may not be able to fathom what Heaven means or be able to understand why God 'allows' all that He does to happen. Our minds might fight to grasp and try to find meaning as to why we have had to suffer the great pain that we do or we have or we will. Yet through this life as we journey ever forward, each day growing older, we are never alone. We are not forgotten. We are precious and loved and we cant lose sight of that. We must keep hope strong in our very marrow.
We will all suffer ~ some more than others, we will all fight our own personal war with evil. We will all at some point become dust. We will be just a memory to those we gave our hearts to and who gave their hearts to us. Yet the beauty of that is powerful. We have been given all we need. We have been given this moment and we have been given gifts and here in this country ~ we are free.
Thank you to my grandfather for all he sacrificed for me. I never met him but I know that the war affected him in ways I will never comprehend. He payed an unfathomable price for this country and for me. Thank you to my granny who waited for him as he battled, wrote him letters, and was faithful to him through all the hard years afterwards. Thank you to my great grandfathers who fought in the First World War.
I want to overflow with gratitude. There is so much suffering and pain in this world. Cancer is everywhere, there is so much sadness and loss. I do not want to forget the price that has been payed for my life. A sacrifice on all levels payed by my anscestors and by Jesus.
xo
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