Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Faithful Job of the Soldier.

  By faith they opened their eyes to the world around them and chose the hard road of change.

  By faith they pulled their feet out from under the bedcovers, laced up their boots, walked out through the familiar door of their homes and security, and bade farewell to the only family and friends they had ever known.

  By faith they put all that they owned into sacks of homespun, swung them over their shoulders and boarded unknown vessels for an unknown land.

  By faith they fell to their knees on the cold, wet sand and praised God who had carried them safely to a dangerous new land and asked for His help for whatever the future might hold.


  By faith they lived, grew crops, starved, fell ill, built, rebuilt, fought, survived, prayed, sang, cried, laughed, and died...
for freedom.

  By faith they created a government based on wisdom, Biblical guidance, the three offices from Isaiah 33:22, "For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our king; he will save us," to balance and work together, unlike any other government that had ever existed. They elected strong, proven leaders with the stains of hard work on their hands, the strength of hope in their minds, the love of freedom in their very being, the sacrificial spirit of service for their fellow men, the ready use of knees for prayer, the fear of God in their hearts.

  By faith they took up their guns when that freedom demanded blood and honor to seal it's promise of a future.  They looked beyond themselves to their sons, grandsons, great grandsons, and they took their prosperity to heart making the greatest sacrifices of life, limb, and fortunes.


  By faith they penned documents to restrain the evil of the past, carefully chosing words to protect the hope of the future, commanding their unknown posterity to always treasure and defend the freedoms that they had so arduously won.

  By faith they protected the rights they held most dear: religion, to have and hold and speak freely of wherever the sole of their feet touched on the good ground of a free land, knowing full well that God wants to direct the lives of man everyday, not just on Sundays in the tall spired churches of the quickly increasing towns and cities; free speech; freedom to share the truth through penned words;  freedom to bare the arms needed to always keep freedom secure, tolerance only for protecting right; force for restraining evil.

  By faith they stood by a government of the people, by the people, for the people while "appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions."


  By faith every day they pull on their combat boots and stand up in the shadow of those who stood before.

  By faith they take up their guns and board unknown vessels for unknown places because they have seen the face of the past with the evils of tyranny.  They willingly pick up their guns and offer their life blood for the safety of a free today and the faith of a free tomorrow.

  By faith, they carry on with the brave steps of those who came before because the value of freedom burns in their hearts.

And on Memorial Day we remember all those who gave their lives for the faith they had for the worth of freedom.

 Thank you, to all who gave and to all who continue to serve.

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."
Hebrews 11:1


  1. What a beautiful garden....I love all the varieties of hostas that you have...it's so tranquil. Like a good book, blanket is all you need for some quiet time.

  2. Pretty,pretty,pretty.......
    Love, Mona

  3. Did you write those words? EXCELLANT and beautiful expression of our country's founding, freedom and the sacrifice and wisdom it took to make it free and keep it free. May God's grace continue to be shed on America.

  4. What a beautiful garden.

  5. Your garden is absolutely gorgeous. Thanks so much for this post. Have a great week!

  6. Oh my, this is so pretty and all of the garden is amazing. Beautiful. Thanks tons for joining Inspire Me. Hugs, Marty

  7. Loved this post Tonya...the words and your beautiful flower beds!


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