What Does Bravery Look Like?

 

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What Does Bravery Look Like?

Bravery reminds me of the day I watched my husband and my son-in-law walk ahead of my daughter and me towards the restaurant for an early morning breakfast.

I still remember the feeling I had knowing this would be our last breakfast together for a while. Our brave soldier would be leaving for a 15-month deployment.

My heart filled with respect and admiration as I looked at this fine young man, and wondered what would cause a person to volunteer so freely to serve his country and willingly go into harm’s way for others.  

To stand and fight for people he does not know so they can enjoy safety and freedom too.  Is it the brave determination of character to serve God and to do what is right because he loves his country and family?

They say “Freedom is never free,” but there is always a price… physically, mentally and emotionally.

In our country, there are various opinions on how our government and military should run. Or how we should help in other countries far away and remote from our lives.  Have we forgotten what Bravery is, or what life would be like for us if this war were fought here in America or Canada?

Every Country, even our own has paid an enormous price for freedom, and our friends far away are learning what the cost is with their suffering.  But once they have tasted it, they will not stop until they have it for themselves, their families, and country. 

        “No act of kindness no matter how small is ever wasted.” Aesop

The Canadian and American spirit is the heart and soul of our soldiers, and the people in these countries will never forget them.©

Thank You to all who serve, I am praying for you!

Lovingly, Karan

Thank you for sharing your time with me, dear friend. What does the word Bravery bring to your mind?

 I’d love to hear from you.   Hugs

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  • Joanna

    Bravery! To me means standing firm in what I believe, to continue to do what is right even when it’s not the norm anymore. To be faithful and loyal even when my heart is hurting and keep trusting that God knows how it’s going to turn out. To keep my eyes on Him, the author and finisher of my faith.

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  • My Old Memories ~ I fell and can’t get up!

    My Old Memories

    Two elderly people are living in a retirement home near Fareham, he was a widower and she a widow, had known each other for a number of years. One evening there was a community supper in the big arena in the Clubhouse. The two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal went on, he took a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered the courage to ask her, ‘Will you marry me?’

    After about six seconds of ‘careful consideration,’ she answered ‘Yes. Yes, I will!’
    The meal ended and, with a few more pleasant exchanges, they went to their respective places. Next morning, he was troubled. ‘Did she say ‘yes’ or did she say ‘no’?’ He couldn’t remember.

    Try as he might, he just could not recall. Not even a faint memory. With trepidation, he went to the telephone and called her. First, he explained that he didn’t remember as well as he used to.

    Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a little more courage, he inquired, ‘When I asked if you would marry me, did you say ‘ Yes’ or did you say ‘No’?’

    He was delighted to hear her say, ‘Why, I said, ‘Yes, yes I will.’ and I meant it with all my heart.’

    Then she continued, ‘And I am so glad that you called because I couldn’t remember who had asked me.’ Unknown author

     

     

     

     

     

    I fell and can’t get up!

    Late spring, my teenage grandson rode with me to town, we were in our truck. Although it had rained all night I decided to wear white pants to our family function. I needed to stop at Costco and get some prepared food items for our event.

    Hurrying back to the truck and placing our food in the back seat, I grabbed the overhead handle to lift myself into the seat and lifting my 3-inch high heel foot into the cab I slipped.

    Not wanting to let go of the overhead handles and getting my white pants muddy, I tried to get my other foot on the floor of the cab. I thought  It would give me a more firm foundation to lift myself up. 

    I did get my other foot in the truck, but couldn’t pull myself out of my predicament. At this point, my white pant bottom was the only thing dangling out the door 2 feet off the ground. As I hung on for dear life I was yelling at my grandson who was listening to his iPod with his earbuds in. He was in enjoying his music he didn’t even notice my state of affairs.

    As I was trying to get my grandsons attention,  I was surprised by two firm hands on my bottom, and a man was shoving me up into the seat. I didn’t get a chance to thank him because he ran away. And my Grandson caught the action just as I was being shoved into the truck. How embarrassing, but the best part my pants were still white. Come to think of it I haven’t worn white pants since!

    I think God has a sense of humor too; after all, He made us.  Have you ever stood naked in front of a mirror and quoted, Psalm 139: 14a I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Personally, I have not been able to get past the fearful!

    I have always been blonde, quirky and uncoordinated, so I have a lot of material to write about. God has blessed me with a sense of humor, laughter, and to see the funny side of situations.  I love that about God and his love, I believe he has a wonderful sense of humor too, after all, he made us!

    Our confidence comes from knowing that God made us in his image, he knew what we would look like before we were ever born and loved us anyway. ©

    Psalm 126:2 We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy.

    And the other nations said, “What amazing things the Lord has done for them.”

    Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
    Have a wonderful weekend. 
    HUGS,
    Lovingly, Karan

    Do you think God has a sense of humor?

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  • Carol Nicolet Loewen

    I love this story, Karan. I too once had "helping hands" lifting me into a truck--and I was not offended, but grateful! Isn't God good that we can chuckle about incidents like this?

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  • Am I Doing It Right?

    Am I Doing It Right?

    A praying child one evening said; Dear God, I hope you’ll also take care of yourself if anything happens to you; we’d be in an awful fix…

    ** I’m sure we all feel like that these days when the world is in so much turmoil and distress.        

    ** I have struggled for years trying to have a consistent prayer life that seems so often to be more hit and miss, than anything else.

    ** I have felt guilty, that I did not pray enough, or long enough.

    ** I have felt not good enough, why would God listen to me, I have failed him so often.

    ** I don’t have enough time; I know and have been told that you have to spend hours in a quiet place, (I have family, work, I don’t have time to hardly sit down, and when I do I fall asleep.)

    We all know that the only time to pray is early in the morning, an author told me. (I’m not an early bird, I just stare at my open Bible, then fall asleep) then for sure, I will feel guiltier.

    Then discouraged I give up, God why did you make me like this? I can’t even stay awake in the morning for prayer, I must be your worst child, one who doesn’t deserve your constant, eternal, forgiving love and graciousness.

    I spent money on seminars and books that would help me to try and get it right, so many formulas and how it should be done. But it never was personal to me until I heard a story about the mother of John & Charles Wesley, Susanna who raised 19 children and still had time to pray.

    With a busy family, Susanna found it difficult to find quiet time to pray. Her life was hard, but she realized the importance of praying for her family.  The children soon learned that any time of the day when their mother had her apron flipped up over her head that she was praying. So they quietly left the room leaving her disturbed.

    I love this story about Susanna Wesley, it has taught me that it doesn’t matter where you pray or when.  I just need to talk to God like a dear friend, anytime or anyplace, he is only a prayer away.  Have you struggled with finding the right time or place to pray? ©

    ” We are put on this earth, not to see through one another, but to see one another through.”

    What a friend we have in Jesus
    All our sins and griefs to bear
    And what a privilege to carry
    Everything to God in prayer

    Song was written by Charles Crozat Converse, Joseph Scriven 

    Have you ever been frustrated in your Christian walk? Trying to do it like everyone else does?

    Thank you, dear friends for spending your time with me, Have a wonderful weekend.

    Hugs to all.

    Lovingly, Karan

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  • Joanna

    Good morning sister, love you!!!

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  • “It’s The The Journey that matters.”

      “It’s The The Journey that matters.”

    This last week I drove to Northern Saskatchewan for an event in Prince Albert.  The weather was beautiful as I witnessed the shades of fall in all its majesty. I think fall is my favorite season.

    With autumn comes a gentle calm in the fields after all the fast-paced spring planting, summer harvest, and marketing of the year’s bounty.  All is now waiting for the winter to refresh the land with moisture and a time of rest. Looking at God’s handiwork gives me lots of time to contemplate all the blessings he has given us.

    It is during those times when I am alone, quietly listening, that God shares his plans with me. But even in those peaceful moments, I feel the need to remind God that I have a few projects of my own I need to finish.  

    Some days I feel overwhelmed with my own plans and goals I haven’t completed.  And interruptions just cause me to fall further behind. Do I choose my time and plans wisely? Are they necessary to my home, business, and ministry? Or is it more like, my way, my wants?  Asking God, “Do you see my busy schedule?  Do you care how tired I am?”  Have you ever felt like that?

    Will I accept God’s plan for me, stepping out in faith to trust Him for my day? Am I willing to allow him to be my travel guide for a great adventure? Serving Him is to enjoy all He has planned for me, and knowing I can trust him gives me great joy.

    Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you.

    He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.”

    Deuteronomy 31:8 (NLT)

    What Great travel insurance God has given us?  Enjoy the Adventure!  Hugs ©

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    I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour if we only will tune in.”

    George Washington Carver

     What is your favorite season of the year?  Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.

    Have a wonderful weekend. HUGS,

    Lovingly, Karan

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  • Lucille Gleddie

    Beautifully written....

  • Joanna

    My favorite season is winter, because the odds are better that we might get some rain. Such a daily choice to choose Gods plan. His mercies are new every morning ❌⭕️❌❌⭕️❤️

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  • Surprise! And Happy Thanksgiving Canada!

     

    Surprise! And Happy Thanksgiving Canada!

    October 9, 2017

    On Monday we were surprised with a big snowstorm, with massive wet piles of snow. It was not my idea of how a winter season, should start. What a Surprise! I prefer adjusting my mind slowly and prepare for the coming winter deep freeze. But who am I kidding, I have never been a snow bunny and a cold weather girl I’m not, no matter how many clothes I put on. Lol

    However, being an American living in Canada, I love having two Thanksgivings to celebrate each year. Thanksgiving with all the trimmings, turkey, pumpkin pie, family traditions, and especially taking time to reflect over the years past. 

    There have been many blessings as well as enormous loss in our family, loved ones who have left our earthly family circle which has been very painful. In my Thankfulness, as I look back over the year, I have realized, God’s care and promises are as real today as the day he said them to us centuries ago.

    He still cares, he still loves, and he weeps with us when we hurt or fall. He also rejoices with us when we put our hope in him and walk a little closer. 

    Where do we find eternal hope and rest? Could I stop the world and get off the race that keeps me always spinning. Or is it His rest that I long for in the quietness of the morning.  Sheltered in the word of God as he leads me beside the still waters of his love and offers me his hope.

    Calming the turmoil, halting the winds and giving my soul the quiet courage and hope to keep moving forward in the daily tasks and uncertain times. Whatever the day may hold, I know the hope of God’s rest is only a prayer away. He just asks me to live one day at a time for him, because he holds all my tomorrows. ©

    The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness, His mercies begin each morning fresh. 
    I say to myself,” The Lord is my inheritance; therefore I will hope in him.”
    Lamentations 3:22-24

    Happy Thanksgiving Canada!

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    Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
    Have a wonderful weekend. 

    HUGS,
    Lovingly, Karan

     

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  • Elayne

    Beautifully penned dear friend! Happy Thanksgiving!

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