Good morning to everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
As you know my son married his love in October. I posted about the beautiful bride and the beautiful venue. Over the weekend, the pictures finally arrived and they shared with us. (Believe it or not, my phone only left my pocket twice and it was for the daddy daughter dance.) I have scrolled through those pictures a dozen times. Zoomed in on certain pictures a dozen times. But last night I saw something that made me giggle and it had nothing to do with the bride and groom … it had to do with all us parents.
I am sure that I am not the only one of us four that remember that first week of Basic Training. The yelling that …. Oh wait - not yelling – motivative speaking tone … sounds much better don’t you think? Haha. Yes…yelling that first week was intense. Not because it was yelling, but because I was not used to that intense kind of situation. And looking back, it was not intense as in life or death, but to instill a discipline to deal with unknown stress. Anyway … that (the yelling) is not the point of this post. In that first week, they taught us how to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and even how to stand. By the end of the first week, if you did not know those simple four things you were doing a lot of pushups.
Looking at the wedding photo of the new couple with their respective parents, all veterans. I zoomed in on our hands. All of them were properly cupped just like the military had taught us. Mine may have been behind my back in a position called parade rest … I stand like that a lot. All heals were together. All toes appropriately pointed. Shoulders back and back straight. Eyes front. The first week of basic never leaves you. Veterans forever.
Basic training was a long time for all of us. Roughly forty years for my husband and 37 for me. The bride’s parents are close to the same. (Wow, 37 years ago… that hurts haha) However, the training that we received way back then is still with us. How to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and how to stand. Walk with pride. Talk with respect. Dress for success. Stand with confidence.
The same is true with our walk with Jesus. When we make that decision to join His Army, to join His Corps, he prepares us to walk through the valleys along with the mountain tops. He gives us the words we need when we are cornered or scared. He has dressed us in his blood. He shields us with his armor so that we can stand against adversity.
Even if we fall away, His lessons are still there. They never leave us. We may pack them away in a trunk in the closet under a pile of extra blankets to be forgotten, but no matter what we do to lose them and not remember them, they are always there. Just as I will always walk and talk and stand as veteran, I will also walk and talk and stand as child of God.
Be blessed today my friends.
***I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” – Psalm 91:2
As you know my son married his love in October. I posted about the beautiful bride and the beautiful venue. Over the weekend, the pictures finally arrived and they shared with us. (Believe it or not, my phone only left my pocket twice and it was for the daddy daughter dance.) I have scrolled through those pictures a dozen times. Zoomed in on certain pictures a dozen times. But last night I saw something that made me giggle and it had nothing to do with the bride and groom … it had to do with all us parents.
I am sure that I am not the only one of us four that remember that first week of Basic Training. The yelling that …. Oh wait - not yelling – motivative speaking tone … sounds much better don’t you think? Haha. Yes…yelling that first week was intense. Not because it was yelling, but because I was not used to that intense kind of situation. And looking back, it was not intense as in life or death, but to instill a discipline to deal with unknown stress. Anyway … that (the yelling) is not the point of this post. In that first week, they taught us how to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and even how to stand. By the end of the first week, if you did not know those simple four things you were doing a lot of pushups.
Looking at the wedding photo of the new couple with their respective parents, all veterans. I zoomed in on our hands. All of them were properly cupped just like the military had taught us. Mine may have been behind my back in a position called parade rest … I stand like that a lot. All heals were together. All toes appropriately pointed. Shoulders back and back straight. Eyes front. The first week of basic never leaves you. Veterans forever.
Basic training was a long time for all of us. Roughly forty years for my husband and 37 for me. The bride’s parents are close to the same. (Wow, 37 years ago… that hurts haha) However, the training that we received way back then is still with us. How to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and how to stand. Walk with pride. Talk with respect. Dress for success. Stand with confidence.
The same is true with our walk with Jesus. When we make that decision to join His Army, to join His Corps, he prepares us to walk through the valleys along with the mountain tops. He gives us the words we need when we are cornered or scared. He has dressed us in his blood. He shields us with his armor so that we can stand against adversity.
Even if we fall away, His lessons are still there. They never leave us. We may pack them away in a trunk in the closet under a pile of extra blankets to be forgotten, but no matter what we do to lose them and not remember them, they are always there. Just as I will always walk and talk and stand as veteran, I will also walk and talk and stand as child of God.
Be blessed today my friends.
***I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” – Psalm 91:2
Good morning to everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
As you know my son married his love in October. I posted about the beautiful bride and the beautiful venue. Over the weekend, the pictures finally arrived and they shared with us. (Believe it or not, my phone only left my pocket twice and it was for the daddy daughter dance.) I have scrolled through those pictures a dozen times. Zoomed in on certain pictures a dozen times. But last night I saw something that made me giggle and it had nothing to do with the bride and groom … it had to do with all us parents.
I am sure that I am not the only one of us four that remember that first week of Basic Training. The yelling that …. Oh wait - not yelling – motivative speaking tone … sounds much better don’t you think? Haha. Yes…yelling that first week was intense. Not because it was yelling, but because I was not used to that intense kind of situation. And looking back, it was not intense as in life or death, but to instill a discipline to deal with unknown stress. Anyway … that (the yelling) is not the point of this post. In that first week, they taught us how to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and even how to stand. By the end of the first week, if you did not know those simple four things you were doing a lot of pushups.
Looking at the wedding photo of the new couple with their respective parents, all veterans. I zoomed in on our hands. All of them were properly cupped just like the military had taught us. Mine may have been behind my back in a position called parade rest … I stand like that a lot. All heals were together. All toes appropriately pointed. Shoulders back and back straight. Eyes front. The first week of basic never leaves you. Veterans forever.
Basic training was a long time for all of us. Roughly forty years for my husband and 37 for me. The bride’s parents are close to the same. (Wow, 37 years ago… that hurts haha) However, the training that we received way back then is still with us. How to walk, how to talk, how to dress, and how to stand. Walk with pride. Talk with respect. Dress for success. Stand with confidence.
The same is true with our walk with Jesus. When we make that decision to join His Army, to join His Corps, he prepares us to walk through the valleys along with the mountain tops. He gives us the words we need when we are cornered or scared. He has dressed us in his blood. He shields us with his armor so that we can stand against adversity.
Even if we fall away, His lessons are still there. They never leave us. We may pack them away in a trunk in the closet under a pile of extra blankets to be forgotten, but no matter what we do to lose them and not remember them, they are always there. Just as I will always walk and talk and stand as veteran, I will also walk and talk and stand as child of God.
Be blessed today my friends.
***I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” – Psalm 91:2
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