Active Awareness-Part II

It’s Veteran’s Day and I’m aware of the sacrifices of countless humans. The absence of a family member(s) who serves constantly lingers in my soul. I’ve not experienced a loss, but I’m aware of the unimaginable pain.

“Yesterday, December 7, 1941 — a date which will live in infamy — the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.”

President Franklin D. Roosevelt

“I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its stupidity.” General Dwight D. Eisenhower

I’m aware that more than a million military personnel died in the US armed forces since the Revolutionary War. There are also over a million people actively serving now. As for those who have or are serving, the number has decreased in the last 30 years. Sadly, many deaths have also been due to accidents, illness, and suicides. Awareness can be agony. It can create authentic appreciation or sadly, apathy. I honor all serving and those who’ve sacrificed through service. Those who served in our deadliest conflict are rapidly decreasing. Can we be aware of and appreciate their selfless sacrifice?

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.”

John F. Kennedy

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.” Ronald Reagan

Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.” Billy Graham

“We few, we Band of Brothers. For he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.” William Shakespeare, “Henry V”

“How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! Maya Angelou

©2020-2024 Flannel with Faith. All rights reserved.

Hallowed History

History is fascinating~documentaries, books, museums, and movies~I’m completely and constantly curious. This weekend, filled with family and special memories, ended reflecting on those we’ve lost. Remembrance is more than a once-a-year. It’s revolving and repetitive.

Positions and postures held today should hopefully reflect what we’ve learned from our history. We can’t change it.


Can we accept the fact we’ve all fallen at times ~individually and at times, collectively~in our work places, our homes, our counties, our states, …and as a country?


Can we lift the living that have fallen? Can we manifest miracles for all those marginalized?


Can we remember those that died for the belief in new beginnings?

May our mission magnify mercy. May it become monumental.

K.L. Hale

Homecoming

𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.

𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

𝑨𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔.

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓, 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕. 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒐𝒚! ♥️

I’m beyond thrilled my parents will meet their great-grandkids. After 2 1/2 years there will be lots of joy around THE Family Table when our Air Force men, their wives, and precious babies gather together. My home is here. And although they were both raised in Missouri, they have established their own homes with their families, and that’s what home is~family. It’s not a place. It’s the people. Family is everything. ❤️

Oh, the joy to see a highchair!
Mom’s rocker, sons’ blankets, and a pup
Table made by my Uncle O.J. when the boys were small.
Books for Grammy K and grandkids…and a pup.

Have faith 💚