After a long and brutal election year, it is finally over. But for many people the wounds are still fresh and left wide open after a long hard fight from both parties. Over the course of this election year families, friendships, and churches were divided. It is evident by the popular vote, this country is literally divided right down the middle. Our country is hurting and needs to be healed.
Its Memorial Day weekend and I know my social media will be flooded with pictures of people having a BBQ, sitting poolside, shopping sales, and using the caption, “Happy Memorial Day.” Although, it is ok to be enjoying the ones we love this weekend and have fun, its important we do not forget what this day represents and there is nothing “happy” about it. I ask you to take time to visit a local memorial or service this weekend. Or take a short few minutes to sit down with your family and talk about the meaning of this weekend. I have asked my sister-in-law, Kristy, to write a guest post on what this day really represents and what it means to her family. Kristy is married to my brother Edward, who is a Major in the United States Army and has served eight tours overseas. Together, they have sacrificed much for the sake of this wonderful country, and she has even taught me better ways to remember those who have lost their lives giving me my freedom. Here’s Kristy…
The past year and half has been a time of uncertainty and transition for Corey and me. As his NFL career has slowly come to and end, I have been sad to let go of the life we’ve known and have feared the unknown future. Even though I have a hard working and smart husband who I trust completely with our future, I have still had many moments of frustrations and tears. I do my best to keep those tears quiet in the still of the night, because I know, he too, has his fears and concerns. Yet, many times those tears and frustrations come out.
While flipping through the pages of one of my grandmother’s books, God provided me with exactly what I needed to read today. I was looking for a poem about children but instead I came across a poem directed straight to my heart; a little wisdom from my grandmother about being a wife.
Last month, my dad kicked off his fifty state capital campaign, Decision America Tour. As he travels across the country he is holding prayer rallies at the capitol of each state, encouraging evangelicals to pray for our country and its leaders, to vote on biblical morals, and asking Christians to consider running for office at every level.
Corey and I had the privilege of joining my dad for his first stop in Des Moines, Iowa. As we were mentally preparing our Florida bodies for the cold, I will admit I was nervous to see if anyone was going to show up. Even with the sun shining the temperature was twenty-three degrees with snow on the ground, and it was the first stop of the campaign. I didn’t know what to expect. I honestly had the sole prayer that more people would be attendance than only our own team.
Weekly, I am complaining about the entire process of going to and from the grocery store. By the time I have fought the crowds, over purchased on impulse buying, drive home, put the groceries away, the last thing I want to do is cook and clean the kitchen. Lately, that has been my attitude on all of my errands on my never-ending to-do list. Then my friend Matt Rath, a videographer for Samaritan’s Purse, posted this image on his Facebook last week from Nepal with the caption…
Do you ever think about how Mary must have felt after the angel Gabriel appeared to her? She was a virgin and promised in marriage, but Gabriel told her she would become pregnant and give birth to God’s son.
We cannot imagine the fear that probably swept over her. How lonely she must have felt, and how scared she must have been to face the next day. Who would believe her? How would Joseph react? She would be a disgrace to her family. What would people do to her? How could she bear it?
The older I get the more I enjoy and have a greater understanding of my grandmother, Ruth Bell Graham’s, poems. Through her writings, I feel she is still teaching me a greater biblical understanding on life, on motherhood, as a wife, and as a child of God. I cherish her poetry more and more as I read it. I just recently came across this Christmas poem written by her many years ago, and I thought I would share.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Well, not really, it is still 90 degrees here in Florida, but I can pretend. However, it is National Collection Week for Operation Christmas Child! So, start packing your boxes and find local drop-off locations near you!
(Can you tell what Margaret’s favorite part of the box was?)
In honor of Veterans day, I wanted to share with you a little family treasure. Last week, my sister-in-law sent me my niece’s school assignment. Tears streamed down my face. Here she is at seven years-old—and she gets it. Many educated adults in this country don’t have the sense of gratitude this second grader has.