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This is to remind everyone to be thankful for the lives they have; the comfort and freedom they enjoy in our country. To remember those who chose a higher calling; to serve a greater purpose. If the Lord had dealt you a different hand in life, you could have very well been on this roster. Believe that for every American that does not join; does not serve; someone else takes their place. That someone could be a total stranger, or a neighbor, or a loved one. But know this...that it was someones brother, sister, son or daughter; someones mother or their father, a wife, a husband. Remember it could have been you the next time you feel sorry for yourself; and be thankful. Know there are scars on the inside that do not show, and are just as disabling as the wounds of the flesh. Never pass by the chance to thank those who gave in your place, and realize the pain they carry on the inside may be unknown to you. Never forget those who suffered so you did not have too, and that they leave their memories here at home in the hearts of those who knew them and loved them, and that they are not simply faces and names on a list. they are you, and I.

"From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
William Shakespeare, St. Crispen's Day Speech HENRY V C. 1599

The Fallen Of The 4th Battalion 31st Infantry Regiment, 2nd Brigade, 10th Mountain Division....My Brothers. When life seems to stressful, you feel lost inside, and are caught up with the troubles of life in America, stop, breath....and remember those who no longer feel the struggles that are a part of everyday life, and their families and the fellow brothers and sisters in uniform, and say a prayer of hope. "Though he falls, he will not be overwhelmed, because the Lord holds his hand." PSALM 37:24 ..

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

A Horse Named Life (Repost)

A Horse Called Life
It is said that confession is cleansing to the soul....while my confessions for past and present sins are given to the Lord, and I have only just begun to feel clean in spirit, my mind continues to wonder in and out of salvation. The thoughts of right and wrong in my life continue to give me trouble and cast doubts upon my desire for true harmony and peace of mind. History is proven to repeat itself to the ignorant and unprepared. I currently sit in a position in life I have found myself in before and am at loss as to which path to take. The desire to live and love on purpose has yet again been met with resistance by outside forces and people who have a direct effect on the outcome of my position and well being. Though try as I may, I have allowed my destiny to be in part entertained with another's soul, and have been met in turn with the sadness that comes from failure. Whether through fault of my own or at the hands of another, the outcome remains the same. A belief in hope and of dreams, of love and happiness; destined to become sour and turn ever more bitter as the days drag by. Yet again I find myself being thrown by the horse of life. Once more to pick myself back up off the ground of eternity and attempt to break the pony of my own destiny, before I am far to old and beaten down to finish the ride. When does one decide that some horses aren't meant to be tamed; rather their born to a more wild and free existence that if we are lucky enough we may catch a glimpse of as they run through the breaks and meadows of life's plan. Do I continue to hold to a hope of a better tomorrow, of a love yet found, or do I decide that it's time for someone else to break this pony to ride, and resign myself to letting the younger and more able of this world to dream, and sit out the rest of my time on the fence rail, watching. Is there an answer out there in the moonlight; is there enough magic left in the stars for me to believe; for hope...for faith....for love...forever.

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