Sorry I haven't been blogging a lot lately. Just not a lot has gone through to make it to the screen. However, I did want to this time because I have had some thoughts rolling through my head.
I am extremely glad that as an American, we can honor those who chose to fight and give up their lives for us who still love, live and breathe freedom on a daily basis. There isn't a day that goes by that I am proud of the service that my grandfather gave to this country during World War II, especially in helping to build the famous Burma Road. I also think of the service Dad did, serving in Germany when he could have gotten shipped to Vietnam. And, even though it was a small part, I am proud of the time that I served in the National Guard and the role I played.
This afternoon (as a matter of fact it was right before this post was written), my mother and I went to visit where my grandparents are buried, as well as where our cousin Steve and my great-grandparents are laid in cemeteries outside of Weatherford, Oklahoma. It wasn't until while Mom and I were at Great-Grandma and Grandpa Grossarth's grave that a particular song I had heard growing up while in church started playing in my mental mp3 player (and we had just heard it a couple of weeks ago as it was playing on NCIS). Here are some of the words to the song:
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound
I'm coming up outta that ground
'Cause there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Why the song came up in the first place amazes me, but then again I'm reminded of scripture in 1 Thessalonians where it talks about the Day will come when the dead in Christ shall rise first and everything...so that put a smile on my face.
Just some food for thought on this Memorial Day Weekend. Have a safe one and God bless.
