Mother’s are so special to us. Of course, my mother is no different.
Angel, I have so much respect for you. You are an amazing mother and I stand in awe. Your love, sacrifice and service to your children deserves a shout out on the highest roof top.
You sacrifice so much for them every day. You constantly drop what you are doing to make sure they are taken care of. Your ever abiding thought is how to serve them and make them happy.
And … happy and successful they are. From Sarah Jo to Nate.
You think of them all the time and always want the best for them. No little or big thing is too much in your eyes.
You create so many special and fun experiences for our family. We all have so many fond memories today and will down the road.
Your patience is stunning.
Your encouragement is overwhelming.
Your generosity is superb.
Your words of wisdom are a special treasure.
Your strength is an inspiration.
I love you!
It means you walk right into the house without knocking. It means family members wait up for you when you are out late. It means that you are cared for enough that somebody wants to know where you’re going, when you will be back and reminds you to “be safe.” It means you get a kiss when you go out the door in the morning. That’s what being a member of the household means.
The Good News is that we are members of God’s household. And it’s the very same way at His House only better. So go on right in!
And don’t forget to yell “I’m HOME!!!” Jesus is so very glad to see you!
Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and aliens, but fellow citizens with God’s people and members of God’s household.” -Ephesians 2:19
Originally I was scheduled to fly on a flight out of Boston that morning. I had changed my plans to fly from Syracuse. We had a large meeting going on in our office. There was a TV in the meeting room. A colleague alerted me that I needed come in and see what was happening. We all gathered around the TV to see what was going on.
We saw the second plane hit. We saw both towers go down. We saw the devastation to the Pentagon. We heard of the flight going down in Pennsylvania. All in real time as it happened.
Each event was a blow to our gut.
Who could do this to us?
Why were we being attacked and Americans dying?
What was happening and what would be next?
It was horrible. We couldn’t make it stop. This was real and not a nightmare.
We had staff gathered from all over New York state. Some were from the NYC metro area. We sent everyone home to be with their families.
I just wanted to be close to my son and he came home from school early. I hugged him. We sat and watched TV for days until I just couldn’t stand it any more.
I will NEVER forget that day. It was September 11, 2001.
So … here we are on September 11, 2016 still fighting against the radical Islamist Jihad. Who would have thought.
My dad, Everett Wiley Wilson, was born on Independence Day (July 4) in 1919. This is a photo of him from WWII, defending our freedom.
God bless him, and men and women like him.
Many of us were fortunate to be raised by a responsible, moral, conservative father — imperfect though he may have been. He scoffed when his children cried, “that’s not fair.” He taught us work before play, the value of money, self-respect, right and wrong, and the limits of government and the power of personal responsibility — if not in words, by his example. I am grateful for many blessings, but a conservative father is chief among them.
I use the word conservative with a small “c”. While he voted Republican most his life, politically he was probably a Libertarian. He listened to Neal Bortz everyday after he retired. His conservative world view did spill over into his politics. My own father never organized anyone. He expected people to organize their own lives, and their own communities, free from the obstacle of tyrannical government preferably.
He never presumed to rule over another, nor did he expect anyone to tell him how to live his life. He never lectured from stadiums grandiosely flanked by Greek columns, but his words resonated. He never padded a resume, nor embellished, let alone created, his own history.
And yet, his history speaks volumes.
My father grew up with strong, Christian and Jewish, honorable men who served and defended this great nation, knew hard work (he was 10 when the Great Depression started in 1929), God-given liberty, and right and wrong. My father grew up when Sunday was reserved for family and church; before helmets were required to walk to the mailbox; and before putting the playground bully in his place with a discreet right hook was criminal.
He knew how to change the oil in his own car, and how to farm and garden before leftists commandeered produce for social change. He watched great men land on the moon, and even greater men returning from war. He understood why soldiers fought those wars, and he was grateful and humbled. He would never brag about anything.
When I asked my dad how he was doing he would say “I got up this morning”. For him, hat was a good day.
He fought in World War II and didn’t like to talk about it. He grew up before MTV was around to bash Christians, and glamorize teen pregnancy, victim-hood, bad behavior, and hedonistic drunkards from the Jersey Shore. To my knowledge, my father never dealt drugs, ate dog, nor perfectly recited the Islamic call to prayer.
He was a great man of GOD. I honor him and miss him.
I am a very fortunate man. On July 4, 2009 I was married to Dawn.
It was a beautiful day in paradise. It still is.
Here is an “open letter” to you on this special day of ours.
Our marriage has always been my greatest source of peace and happiness. Spending time with you is all that I want, because that’s when I feel the most contented. I love you, and I want to thank you for the many wonderful years we’ve spent together.
You are an amazing woman. You are always giving to others, thinking of them first. You are the definition of “selflessness”.
You are the one that I have always counted on and needed through the joy and sorrow, laughter and some tears. You have kept me grounded, you are indeed my rock. You have been there for me through the days, months and years and your devotion has never faltered. No matter what I have said or done you have been there.
I have grown because of you and I know that I will continue my path in life with you by my side. I used to wonder what I did to deserve you but then one day I realized that it is not a matter of deserving at all. You are a great gift and for that I am most thankful.
You care like no other person I have ever seen. Your goal in life is to serve and never to be served. You are a stupendous mother. Raising four children isn’t easy. You do it with style and grace.
You are a great friend to all. You friends are fiercely loyal. They will do anything for you because you will do anything for them.
No detail is to small for you. You always are thinking about how to make things better. And better is how they are always made. Your touch and sense of style are known far and wide.
Thanks for who you are and for what you mean to me. I love you. I will always love you.
I must admit that most of my reading these days isn’t with physical books. I am an avid on-line / Kindle kind of person. I love the convenience of that way. But I do still have physical books and my most treasured are my Bibles. Here is the oldest one I have. I was 16 at the time. I didn’t recall if I had bought it myself so I looked at the front to see if there was an inscription.
Low and behold, look at who gave it to me.
How awesome is that? Continue reading
It is stunning what can happen when our fathers believe in us. It truly is a gift.
The great news is that we are children of God, our heavenly Father. And God believes in us.
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. ~Jim Valvano
Our flag has a glorious and wonderful history. My mom loved our country. She saw my dad go off to war. She didn’t know if he would return. He did! She carried on in his absence with love for him and our country.
Bernard Cigrand had humble beginnings in Waubeka, Wisc. As a young man, he held numerous jobs to pay for his education, including selling scrap metal, and working on a steam barge before he could afford to go off to dental school. Cigrand was named a contributing editor of the Encyclopedia Americana the same year he got his dental degree. It was for the encyclopedia that he began writing about his love of the American Flag, and eventually proposed a national holiday commemorating the flag adopted by the Continental Congress on June, 14, 1777. The message took hold in his local school district, and they began hosting observances the third Sunday of June. The movement grew, but sadly Cigrand would not see his holiday made official. He died of a heart attack in 1932, and it was not until 1949 that President Harry Truman signed the legislation. This Sunday’s Flag Day remember not only the commemoration of a flag, but the man who made it so.
In the United States, Flag Day is celebrated on June 14. It commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States, which happened on that day in 1777 by resolution of the Second Continental Congress. The United States Army also celebrates the Army Birthday on this date; Congress adopted “the American continental army” after reaching a consensus position in the Committee of the Whole on June 14, 1775
My dad fought to keep us safe and liberate Europe from tyranny. Fortunately he survived his experience and lived a long and productive life. When he died, his coffin was draped with the U.S. flag.
My dad loved our country. He always taught us to respect the freedoms we have and enjoy.
My father (Everett Wiley Wilson) served in WWII. This is the flag that was draped on his coffin. God bless men and women like my dad.
We miss you.
If you ask the people in Europe who won World War II, they don’t say the Allies; they say the United States won the war and saved the world. ~Bob Feller
“Life is Relationships” is one of Christian Training Center International’s (CTCI) ministry values and their vision for family. CTCI “INNvision”s united families by strengthening and restoring family relationships in the INNvision program. Family is the most vital relationship and the one under the most pressure and attack. Every session, families from around the world are transformed, healed, and renewed. Barriers to forgiveness, personal growth, and hope are overcome in a supportive and intimate environment.
This video gives personal stories of the success God is bringing to families.
This is INNvision.
He fought for my liberty. He paid a price for his service but he was proud he served. He knew the very real danger and disaster that would occur if he didn’t.
My dad made a difference in the world.
“This will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” Elmer Davis
“It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.” Dick Cheney
It all starts at home. Work is important and so is the church, but living love out at home is where it all starts and ends. It can’t be faked at home.
Either I do things out of love with a blameless heart or I don’t. Everyone at home knows.
God’s goal for is that I seek to do every act at home out of pure love. No selfishness. No boasting. No ego gratification. Only love.
I will conduct the affairs of my house with a blameless heart. Psalm 101:2
Great video. Every mom should watch it.
This is the best.