Today Darlene came in with her new wig. We talked about the day all her hair came out. No matter how horrible hair is, it is worse without it. Darlene looks great in the wig - so great we are talking her into doing her own hair the same way when it comes back in.
To be honest, I didn't really want to go to Nebraska. For some reason, I just didn't feel that it was the right thing to do. When I saw the bridge going over the Missouri River, it felt right. It was a good week. It comfirmed some things in my heart and Bob and I both came back with the same feelings. It is a beautiful area, and one that I feel so very much at home in. But, home is in Indiana and that is the sweetest place to be until God says otherwise.
I always felt like I could be happy no matter where I am. I find things to enjoy in the city. I find things to enjoy in the country. The ocean delights my soul. The mountains are incredible. Today I was driving back from Wakarusa, through the countryside, and I knew this land is truly my land. Wakarusa has a place in my heart that no where else will ever fill. Tomorrow we leave for Nebraska - a truly beautiful state and one I could live happily in. But Wakarusa will always draw me home.
One of the phrases at Travis Hunsberger's funeral was that his parents did not have to go searching for God. They did not have to go searching for strength. It was already banked in their hearts. I never thought of that before - to make large deposits and then the withdrawals will be available. I like that thought.
One of my favorite places to go on a Wintery morning to take pictures are to a cemetary. Perhaps it is due to going so often growing up. Headstones tell such stories of love, faith, sorrow. One of the most amazing I have ever visited was Arlington National Cemetary. Evidence of those who fought so I might enjoy freedom.
Today, for the last time, a young man will drive down the quiet streets of Wakarusa. He will be honored for giving his life in service to our country. As a child, driving down those quiet roads always brought me a sense of peace and happiness. If I were in Wakarusa today, I would be one of the people lining that street and waving my flag.
A few days ago I saw a t-shirt that said 'Land of the Free - because of the brave'. This week a young man named Travis died so that we could continue to be free. His death has touched my heart as I have seen the sweet spirit of his family during this time of loss. No bitterness. No anger. Simply a strong faith that sustains them. Last night our church family celebrated our freedom with fireworks and ice cream. It is indeed good to be an American.
This week our church is having VBS. I remember going to VBS when I was the same age as J & A. We had a 'cowboy' theme and I lusted after a lariat that the winner of the week would receive. Although I was the top winner, I remember walking down the aisle to claim my prize and instead choosing a plaque. Now I was a real cowboy wanna-be! Perhaps that is the first time I heard that Still Small Voice.
I am a wife, mom, sister, grandma, friend, and human resource specialist who happens to love reading, animals,Diet Coke, simple pleasures, being outside, changing seasons, my family, my Lord. I am a private person. A passionate person. A person who sometimes struggles with being still and knowing that He is God. Sometimes I think God looks down at me and says, 'Becky, Becky, Becky'. I then remind Him that He created me totally unique and thank him that He knows my name!