But, that's not what I meant...

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But, that's not what I meant...

We pray and hope and work for things that we want. We receive blessings and bad days and more blessings. Sometimes--once in a blue moon, as far as I've ever experienced--those blessings arrive *precisely* how I imagined they would. Most of the time those blessings are quite different from what I pictured. Sometimes that's okay. Sometimes I utter, "That's not what I meant," and I have to dig a little deeper to find the gratitude I know I should be feeling. 

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More than barbecue and beer

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More than barbecue and beer

My point is not that you agree or disagree with whatever War we haven't to be in. The point is that these soldiers/airmen/marines/seamen/coast guardsmen, without knowing you your family or what you stand for, at the drop of a hat will go to defend you.

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My Joy Compounds When I Clean My House

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My Joy Compounds When I Clean My House

I like picking up the mess in my house because it reminds me of the LIFE in my house. A military house can get so quiet, we learn to appreciate the noise when they're around. There have been plenty of times when my house was lonely. Add in the fact that I almost didn't live to see this life I'm living, and the position of gratitude goes without saying. So now that I get to live my life with a spunky, sometimes-spastic toddler, a nervous-Nelly pup, and a big kid trapped inside a man's body, why would I complain? Why would I wish away this stage just to hit the next? Doesn't it all go fast enough? 

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