Tag: #brave

A Prayer Please

To anyone who reads this, I ask for a prayer for veterans. Very close to me, one is struggling. In complete darkness but trying to reach for the light.

They need our prayers. You may know a veteran but you most likely will not know the darkness and sadness they carry. Pray for them. Be kind to them.

To the soldier coming home. Please be aware of the darkness that may come. It’s ok. Don’t be ashamed of the darkness. Just breathe and reach out for help. Keep reaching until you find that hand that will grab ahold and help you through.

Please

Afghanistan II

Dear Veterans,

I won’t lie and say I understand the pain, the anger, the despair… But I know others who do… As my mother tells me “This is reminiscent of Vietnam” and I’ve listened to the stories of those who were there… So please, as your wounds are reopened, reach out to those who’ve walked this path before…

A Vietnam vet, as I said thank you, told me thank you but it didn’t matter… That is not true… Because you do matter and what you did matters… And we must always have you, the soldier… During peace time and wars…

So as I say thank you I ask that you please take care of you and know that you mattered then and you matter now.

With love, gratitude and respect,

Me

when you Pray

when you pray, you must be ready for the answer… when you pray “Lord, use me as You see fit. For Your Will.”, you need to be ready for what comes… when you pray, ” Lord, let all that is hidden be made known.”, you better be ready for what is revealed and the timing of each step of the reveal…

what we forget is that as the answer flows, we still have God… no matter how ugly, terrifying, life changing and heart breaking His answer is… when you pray, add to your prayer “Lord, and whatever may come, I pray that You shield me/us under Your wings. I ask that You guide us on how to react, on how to respond. I ask that You guide us towards healing. Helping us lower our egos, our pride, ourselves. Lifting You. Shielded by You. Healed.”

In Jesus’s name, Amen

…count…

what in the hell am i doing here…a rollercoaster in my heart and a pinball machine in my head…the rich controlling the narrative of the world…the famous chanting them on…lovers lucky to have one another…a wanderer walking this earth, alone, it feels is, my destiny…wise enough to know the rich are miserable beings…the famous lost…lovers feeling alone, isolated…want to scream but a release would not be the gift…counting blessings…literally…grateful im aware of that necessary act that carries one from dark moment to the other…i do not like this pain in my heart…palpable…heavy as if buried by the weight of the sea…this day, it is harsh…wise enough to know it will pass…human enough to feel it’s pain scraping like nails across a chalkboard on my heart, my mind…grateful i know how to count….