by Joanne Wiklund
Memorial Day. On the date. May 30th. Celebrating began early on Thursday and Friday when people took off for everywhere. In the third year of a Pandemic people are tired, ready to hug relatives and eat grilled food outside. Never mind ants and flies.
Lots of praying going on this last week and weekend though. Friends with surgery, sickness and anxiety. The first two are almost guaranteed to give you that third one. But prayer is such a gift. A quiet talk with our Lord and His Daddy makes such a difference in one’s life.
I thought this week of how a four year old might ask something of his parent. “Gimmee, gimmee.” I realized sometimes my prayers must sound like that. I try to remember to say please and make it give me instead of Gimmee. But I often forget to thank Him for what He’s already done.
On this day, I have only thanks right now for all who have served across the world in wars, missionaries who serve daily in farflung places I’ve never heard of. Medical people who have been on battle lines to fight an invisible killer of those we love and even those we don’t know.
Please remember to pray before we celebrate, after and keep it up.