It was a beautiful day…
It was a day of cleaning and organizing….
It was a day of preparing to host dinner on my deck…
It was a day of thinking about my freedom and the stories of those who have fought for that…
It was a day of recognizing that it really does take a village and I have a great village…
It was a day of wondering if it would rain, but delighting in sun…
It was a day of reflecting on the grief for those who have lost a family member to war….
It was a day of gratitude that my brothers have served our Country…
It was a day of gathering with family and enjoying the freedom and peace we have….
It was a beautiful day and my heart was full.
Yet somewhere in my heart there was space for those whose Memorial day had much greater meaning…
My heart is with those who grieve every day because they have lost family members….
My heart aches for those who live with changes every day as a result of war and injury, either physical or emotional….
My heart longs for families to be reunited….for their to be peace on earth!
I hope your Memorial day left you tired from good moments and tender to so many whose struggle is greater than we may ever understand!
