freedom and peace...

Last night a soldier, R.C.M.P. officer, and friend came to talk to my cubs about Remembrance Day. He did a great job, and I appreciate the time he took after a long day of work, and with a young family at home, to bring his things and teach the boys what it all means. Then this morning my children had a soldier song playing on youtube before school. So here's me, in tears, writing about tomorrow, today. I just can't comprehend the sacrifice that has been made, and is still being made, by soldiers who leave loved ones safe at home to go slay the dragons for us. I will be forever thankful to Dad, who kept us standing in the bitter Grande Prairie cold, at a Remembrance Day ceremony where we'd gone up to visit our grandparents. I thought he was so mean. Since then, of course I realize that he was passing on the family values of peace and freedom, there in the snow. Remembering. Thank Heaven for Grandpa, and the thousands of others who've traded their comfort, and sometimes their lives, for us. If that's not selfless service, then I don't know what is. It's what Jesus did for us. Blessed? Yes.

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