Posted on 11/30/2007 6:52:00 AM PST by JamesP81
I open my eyes with a start, like the murderous freak in the slasher movie the audience thinks is dead but isn't. The clock reads 3:55 A.M. I've awakened within six minutes of this time for the past three nights. I shut my eyes and take a breath, hoping to ease back to sleep. Too late.
The anxiety is already gathering momentum, my brain roiling with thoughts that have no business being there in the middle of the night. It's like a Law & Order episode in my head: Opposing sides argue and counterargue, witnesses are badgered, lawyers shout objections. I bang the gavel and demand silence so I can get some rest. That works for a minute, then the ruckus begins again.
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Thanks. Good link...I have read extensively about the Pacific war, but had not known much about Peleliu other than it was a very nasty battle.
What piqued my interest was a book called “Breakout: The Chosin Reservoir Campaign, Korea 1950” by Martin Russ. The unbelievable conditions those men fought under, up to -30 degrees was stunning. But there were more than a few of those men who had fought on Peleliu in WWII, where the temperatures had gone up to 130 degrees during the battle.
Good God. To have gone through what arguably were two of the hardest military campaigns in US Military history...at the opposite extremes of the temperature spectrum...
I WILL appreciate my bed at night.
Me too. We have a lot to be grateful for.
Dear Lord, I’m turning over all my fears and problems to You to handle today. I can’t fix a single thing by worrying about it - but you can fix anything because nothing is impossible for You! Thank You for my blessings,
big and small. Thank You for Your loving care for me. Thank You for being in charge of my day. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
What really makes it fun is when you are being torn apart in situations in your life while you have to give support to other people. You grit your teeth, force a fake smile and muddle through as best you can. When something bad happens, I try to ask not, "Why did this happen to me?" but rather, "Why not? Why should I expect to be exempt from suffering when better people have suffered much worse?" Usually I am not so high-minded so I sulk and complain. I am against the "name it and claim it" brand of Christianity where some televangelist says God gave him a Rolls Royce because God likes his hairstyle. American Christianity in general glosses over the reality of suffering.
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