Memorial Day A Day Late

Yesterday I thought alot about Memorial Day and what it stood for. I thought of my grandfather who fought in WWII and I also thought of my father who fought in Vietnam. The sacrifices they made and the families they left behind to enter an unknown world where they put their lives on the line for our country. I will never know what they experienced, except through the stories they tell. I do know that I am very grateful and proud of them for what they did.

I am also very proud of my brother who is serving our country today. I am proud that he is my baby brother, but I am even more proud of the man he has become. I received an email from him yesterday that challenged me to be a better person. My prayer for him as he left was that he would live each day for the Lord. Boy has he done that and in the process he has challenged me to do that as well. He encouraged me to be a missionary for the Lord no matter where we are located, whether it is across the country, in our home towns or to our next door neighbor. Through his words of encouragement he has revealed to me that he is seeking the Lord and looking for Him in a place that is filled with turmoil. The least I can do, is seek the Lord with all my heart as I sit in a comfortable home, surrounded by familiar faces who are constantly encouraging me. He is in a dark world seeking the Lord and sharing Him with others. I am encouraged more than ever to seek the Lord in my comfortable world and share Him with those around me. I hope you are encouraged too.