She has this beautiful song called "What do you say?"
It goes through a few scenarios in life where its difficult to find the words to say.
"What do you say
In a moment like this,
When you can't find the words,
To tell it like it is.
Just close your eyes and let your lead the way."
To just rip the band aid off...
A tragedy has hit our tight knit group of military spouse bloggers.
I don't know about you girls but I know with my online friends I sometimes feel like I hang out with them in real life. Each time we leave comments, respond to them or post pictures and blogs it feels like lifelong friends having coffee. They aren't my "online friends." They are real true blue friends.
That's why we are all grieving right now for Rachel.
You can read her full story on here.
Please stop by and leave her a word of comfort.
Not that anything we say will make everything right again.
But we can cry and pray together.
I don't even know what else to say except that no spouse ever wants to get that knock on the door....
And she never ever wants that for her friends either.
No, not friends. Sisters. We have a sisterhood and one of the sisters is hurting.
So we gather around her in any way we can.
The Final Inspection The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?"
The Marine squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When bills got just too steep.
And, I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook in fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had so much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heavens Streets,
You've done your time in Hell".
(G. I. Joe found the sweet poem. I think it sums things up very well)