I remember that. Can’t find a link now. Interesting.
I made a quilt for a wounded soldier, along with matching friendship bracelets - one I have on my left arm at all times to remind me to pray for him and one for him to have so he can know that I’m praying for him. One of the things I pray for the most is the courage and hope to keep pressing on in his recovery, as well as a sense that he is loved, respected, and appreciated, and that he has a purpose for being here.
Just like everything I’m trying to accomplish in my life, seems like I’m paying my government to undo it. Everything in my being is saying to that soldier, “Live and prosper!” And my government is tapping their foot and saying, “Can’t you just die already?”
To help me know how better to pray, I watched “Black Hawk Down” for the first time a while back. I watched it again just 2 nights ago while I put newspapers together. I am struck again and again with the knowledge that our arrogant usurper is unworthy to even lick clean the latrines of those guys.