Category Archives: Love Letters

A Do-Better

“I found old TV shows that my wife used to record.  My wife used to love them.  I don’t know why I wanted to see them.  I watched them for hours.  I went through them show by show, episode by episode.  And then finally, after staying up all night…I realized what it was that I was looking for.  Every Sunday when she watched the shows I was outside repairing my bicycle or just smoking.  And I would glance through the window every now and then just for a second and I would see her reflection on the TV screen.  Laughing.  Laughing at the same jokes over and over.  Each time as if she was hearing it for the very first time.  I wish I would have keep on looking back then.  ”  –The Lunchbox

IMG_2911I have carried this clipping from a magazine for years.  It speaks truth to me.

I wish I would have sat next to you when you were working on your computer instead of watching  a movie on the couch.  I would have scratched your back.  Just been close to you.  I wish I would have spoke up, asked you questions when you told me that story.  The one about your boots.    Looking back, I can see now that it was important to you.  I wish I would have hugged you tighter.   Looked into your eyes a little bit longer.  I have prayed so many times I would get the chance again.  With you.  A form of repentance.  A do-over.  A do-better.

I love you.

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Freedom from PTSD

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PTSD is a mental health condition triggered by a traumatic event. Symptoms include vivid flashbacks, depression, anger and severe anxiety. Studies of American veterans returning from Iraq and Afghanistan estimate that 1 in 5 suffer from PTSD.

In 2012 more U.S. soldiers took their own lives than were killed in combat.

Don’t you feel ill right now?  I sure do.

That is why this August,  I am participating in the Wounded Warrior Project® (WWP) 8K Run. I know it is not a big run but it is a personal one. WWP has a big, audacious goal: to foster the most successful, well-adjusted generation of wounded service members in our nation’s history. I’m challenging myself to help WWP reach this vision, and I need your help.

My goal is to raise at least $500 by race day to help honor and empower Wounded Warriors. Wounded Warrior Project® (WWP) offers 20 holistic programs to wounded service members and their caregivers completely free of charge and 100% of the funds raised through the 2014 WWP 8K Run Series go directly to Wounded Warrior Project to help fuel these programs.

Please join my effort and give what you can by donating through my page. I know money is tight and LOVE is big.  Any amount of money, however small and any amount of prayer will be greatly appreciated!

DONATE HERE

Thank you

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My Everything

IMG_1154Dress: Anthro Last Summer/Shoes: Nine West/Glasses: Express/Boy: Best Friend

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Here I am wearing the dress over a swimsuit.  In the picture with me is my mission daughter.  Love her.  

So today I was thinking.  A lot.  I did a lot of thinking today.  Awhile back I watched this TED talk on why veterans (it just took me three times to spell ‘veteran’ correctly) miss war.   Very interesting and totally believable/understandable.  What it came down to was BROTHERHOOD.  While watching the video my emotions were sitting in my throat.  You know that choking feeling? There are a million reasons to cry and a million reasons not to.

My message to HWMNBN, I will be your brotherhood (family), I will love you.  I will have your back. I am not perfect but I am trustworthy.  I will do whatever it takes for you, as long as it is right and true.  I love you.  Let me be your brotherhood.  

So today I was thinking about  BROTHERHOOD and what my closet experiences with it that might relate in some small way to service men and women.  And I came up with nothing,  Nothing could ever compare.  But then I really thought.  Lately I have been going through some serious s***.  We all go through it.  And almost on a daily basis for months now I have AT LEAST one moment where I feel like I cannot go on.  Like there is no way out.  It is life or death. And in these moments there is one person who is right there with me.  Fighting for MY VERY LIFE.  And this person is Jesus the Christ.  HE is my BROTHERHOOD.   In those moments there seems to be only two outcomes: death or Christ.  My Brother literally is my Savior.  JESUS CHRIST is my brotherhood.

And maybe someday HWMNBN will let me be too.

But if there is never anyone else that will be ok because of  THIS.

Thank you Jesus for being my brotherhood.  My EVERYTHING.

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