Every now and then I come across something written by someone else that so perfectly encapsulates what I believe that it remains with me forever. I suspect this piece written by David French at National Review Online will be something that I never forget:
There is a place near my home — in a rural county in middle Tennessee — that is especially beautiful. A dirt path leads off from the main road, through a hay field, up to an old barn nestled just at the base of a small hill. It’s like a scene from a painting. For some reason, every time I drive past (which is often), I’m struck by a sense of gratitude — for my family, for the church and school community that so enriches our lives, for the simple pleasures of peace at home — the meals with friends, the long treks to volleyball tournaments, and the joy of watching my kids struggle to train a new puppy. I’m grateful because I understand that there is nothing that I did to truly “deserve” the life I’ve been given.
A grateful nation remembers…..
“And the Lord said unto him, well done good and faithful servant…..enter into the joy of your master”. Matthew 25:21. RIP Sergeant Carroll Heath.
http://hotair.com/archives/2015/05/25/forgotten-ww2-soldier-lost-more-than-70-years-is-finally-honored/
Even the Grace of God has a price – the life of His only begotten Son. The Lord hates ingratitude. God save me from mine!