Jackson Five Friday: My Favorite Veteran


Happy Friday, Friends!

I’ve thought about the events of this week a lot, as I am sure you have.  I really don’t have anything worthwhile to add other than this:  pray for unity, pray for peace, pray for humility, pray for wisdom, not just for our leaders but for all Americans.

Much like last week, where I told an embarrassing story to illustrate our dire need to assess ourselves soberly (click here if you missed it), I really just want to share something sweet and relatively light-hearted.  Because frankly I think we all need it.

When I married my husband he was a medical student at Tulane University in New Orleans.  The Army paid for his school which meant that upon graduation he did his residency, fellowship and years of service as an attending physician at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, DC.  He was a critical care physician, taking care of many servicemen and women coming straight from theatre.  I can hardly fathom the pressure of trying to do well by these patients, many of whom just wanted to know when they could rejoin their units.  Will marveled at the bravery of these young men and women, who oftentimes could never return to the job they loved after sustaining life-changing injuries.  I know I was proud of my husband then, but I have to say I feel like I wasn’t proud enough.

One time, in the late 1990’s, I was away for a few days visiting family and when I returned Will, predictably, was still at work.  I walked into our apartment in Arlington, Virginia and standing on the counter was “Little Will.”  My thoughtful man had found an 8 x 10 or maybe even larger, full-body picture of himself in his Army dress uniform and had cut it out like a paper doll, taped an index card to the back and stood him up on the counter.  The accompanying note said, “Sorry I couldn’t be here to welcome you home, Baby, but Little Will is here.”

It made me smile.  Man, I loved my Army doctor.  I hung Little Will on the refrigerator door and kept him for years.  Sadly, in our many moves, I think we lost Little Will.  Thankfully the image of that sweet, handsome man is engraved in my mind, and I still get to wake up next to him every day.

I’ll leave you with two questions and two verses to ponder: (1) What sweet little memory can you rejoice over with gratitude today? and (2) How can you bless someone with a small act of kindness this weekend?

I will praise God’s name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving. Psalm 69:30

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  Colossians 3:12

Love to you and Happy Veteran’s Day,

Kristie

 

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