Friday, May 28, 2010

Memorial Day musings

Per History.com:

 "Memorial Day, which falls on the last Monday of May, commemorates the men and women who died while serving in the American military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Many Americans observe Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries or memorials, holding family gatherings and participating in parades."

i have always loved the Memorial Day weekend..one of my favorite things to do as a child was to go to the gravesites of my family members with my Mom and decorate the graves with flowers.  as a child we always planted live plants carefully beside each grave in a designated spot...i was enthralled with that..as we would walk to each gravestone, my Mom would tell me little stories about each of my relatives...i ate that up!!!...i also would wander off on my own and read the words on the markers..often finding babies or small children...and even at a young age i was heartbroken and complexed over the death of small children...i guess i took it for granted that OLD people do die...but in my mind YOUNG people should not...so i took in those graves somberly and with great pondering...
nowadays....i guess it is a bit disappointng to me...they mostly put out PLASTIC and SILK flowers...only to re-gather them in about 10 days because the caretakers of the cemetary demand so.....and then use them again next year....now, i know it is different in different parts of the country...i actually don't think that is the case here, in the ATL area......i see graves decorated year round, tho i mostly see FAKE flowers....at least they are decorated, and i appreciate that...but i just really have a problem with using them again, year after year...for ME...it sort of takes the respect out...and using fake...REALLY drives me crazy...but i am SO glad i have my childhood memories and they certainly were DEAR!
even as an adult if by chance i am with my Mom  (which is rare)....i still enjoy the cemetary trips, the stories, the tidbits of family oddities and the peacefulness i find in those cemetaries...i think the trees are taller, the birds chirp louder and the air smells cleaner in a cemetary...at least that is my MEMORY....thanks Mom for the gifts of time and talking and sharing you have given to me...wish we could have MORE
i also think of Larry's Mom, who passed away last year...oh how we miss her!...she is in a wonderful, family-filled cemetary as well...but somehow it seems sad that her body is there...even tho that cemetary is peaceful and beautiful too...we have had to constantly remind ourselves that SHE is not there, only her body!...for she is rejoicing in Heaven with her Heavenly Father!....the story starts changing when it is your OWN family passing away...seeing parents go...this is a new chapter of our lives...and quite frankly i don't LIKE it.....i am dreading the ongoing of it as we see the mortality of our own parents... it is a time we have to lean heavily on the Lord and His Wisdom!...
ok...well...i feel this got a little"heavier" than i anticipated...so with THAT...i am going to STOP!...
but not without remembering MANY a wonderful picnic on Memorial Day weekend as well!!  ...and also being so very grateful for the men and women who served and gave their lives for our freedoms!  i pray our freedoms will continue and our country will stay strong...but i FEAR it will not if the state of affairs happening in our land NOW do not reverse...we need to PRAY...we need to TURN FROM WICKEDNESS....our nation is in great peril...
we need to HUMBLE ourselves.....
with that...i'm outta here...


after posting the above...i read Our Daily Bread ...it was SO fitting...i just had to copy and paste...

 


May 28, 2010Our Times— His Hands


READ: Psalm 31:1-16



“You are my God.” My times are in Your hand. —Psalm 31:14-15



In a message to the 2002 graduates of Cedarville University, Dr. Paul Dixon encouraged them with these words: “Your times are in God’s hands.” Our family listened and thought it was appropriate for the graduates, which included our daughter Julie.



We had no idea that in 5 days our 17-year-old Melissa would graduate to heaven through a car accident—and we would be left to recall with new meaning that thought from Psalm 31:15.



Over the years, we have become painfully aware that in God’s mysterious ways, He has planned for some Christians a life that is short. I think of one young Christian girl, the kind with a smile for everyone, who had a sore finger—and a week later was dead from a raging infection. Or the young believer who was killed while playing softball when a ball hit her in the neck. Or the teen boy who loved Jesus and fishing—and died when a car hit him as he rode his bike home from the fishing hole. Melissa, Heather, Maggie, and Thomas. In their short lives, they created a legacy of faith in Jesus and love for others. They were ready when His time for them had come.



“I trust in You,” the psalmist said, recognizing that his life was in God’s hands alone (vv.14-15). Are you trusting God for whatever comes next on your calendar? —Dave Branon



Sovereign Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,

All my times are in Your hand,

All events at Your command. —Ryland



Our times are in God’s hands; our souls are in His keeping.



1 comment:

  1. Love reading your blog Sandi! By the way you are a very good writer. I used to go with my mom to the cemetery with live plants. She had such a green thumb, probably because of growing up on the farm and having many vegetable and flower gardens.

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