nccotus

I was a childhood Cold War soldier in a New Jersey basement. My father was a childhood WWII soldier in Hull, England. My husband’s father was sn actual foot soldier overseas in WWII.

my son, Ian, took the brunt of all of this while living as a socialite in the lovely town of Seminole, Florida.

I don’t know what war his generation was fighting. Comparisons are odious. I know it went pretty hard on him. I was down and out for the count. He had to turn to others for his needs. Over time, I learned that there were others like him. Likely, he was a “spearhead” like me. Some more so, a lot similar but less so:

someone along the way pointed it out about “leaders in suffering” and I understood, also about “my portion”—to accept what God gives to me with gratitude and without making comparisons to what he gives others.

similarly Ian. I have to accept what he has chosen and also what the portion is that the Lord has for him and not be so controlling.

it is Memorial Day and I am celebrating soldiers all over the world as well as in America. Because of WWII. Which my parents lived through as children. And especially also in Canada because of my husband’s Canadian military family.

my son attended an American navel academy as a kid. It was so beautiful for the whole family. He is a true American hero in his soul. So many forces came together to form him. I am lifting him up in prayer today for faith and healing along his way.

God, bless you and keep you, Ian.