Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Each New Day

I remember Daddy telling about being on guard duty in Europe during WWII, and how dark and cold the winter nights were. He spoke of finishing his watch and thanking God to see the first light of dawn, the warmth of the sun, and for each new day.
Psalm 130:6-7 "My soul waits for the Lord more than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning. O Israel, hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is lovingkindness and with Him is abundant redemption."
I am thankful for all those who serve our country.
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3 comments :

Ginny Hartzler said...

Indeed. Your Dad was a brave and wise man!

August 23, 2017 at 8:36 PM
Red Rose Alley said...

I sure do like your stories, Karen. They are heartwarming. : )

~Sheri

August 24, 2017 at 1:27 PM
Connie said...

Every new day is a new opportunity. We are blessed with each one we are given.

August 25, 2017 at 10:03 AM

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