Ah, sweet Lord,
It is one of those raw, wet, cold November days here. The kind of autumn dying into the liminal that brings forth winter day. The kind of time that makes me pensive, wondering, ponder-ful and aching for that which I do not know. It’s all over my bones, all over my mind, all over my heart.
Help me to embrace this space. To not run away from it, and not let it live me.
And as I rest here in this moment, I am mindful that today, here in the US is Veterans Day. A day to remember those who have served and died or survived in wars and conflicts. I confess that I am truly grateful for their service, their risk. I confess I have no idea what being a soldier is like. I know that there is great sacrifice, in many ways. I think of the woman I used to work with, a single mom of two, with no extended family for support. She was in the National Guard, and was called away for a year duty in Iraq that stretched, if I remember correctly, into two. Her daughters were in second and fifth grade. She didn’t complain, she didn’t try to get out of it. People from her church took care of her daughters.
I imagine thousands upon thousands of stories like this. So, dear God, bless the veterans and their families and those who love(d) them. We will remember.
The wind blows and cuts and scrapes on this grey, in between day.
I ache. I embrace. I remember.
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