Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Under Protection

On Friday night Hubby and I have been invited to speak to the Military Officers Association at our local Air Force Base about our charity.  On Sunday night, I've been invited to speak to a youth group at a church...ironically because a young man present at our Fundraiser heard me speak.  Whenever someone takes the time to share, "your words touched my heart", just say "Thank you" and forget being modest.  At least we were on the phone so he didn't see my jaw drop.

As you'll recall, prior to the Fundraiser I had doubts about speaking because I lack a major  qualification: I don't like crowds.  (I know Maurcheen....take a deep breath, some of us are like that).   So I thought of it as storytelling, which taught me I can do things that unnerve me...all because I took our wounded warriors with me in my heart. That made me strong enough to get the job done.  I didn't do it for me.  I did it for them.

I purchased this for myself recently as a reminder of soldier strength.  Those are angels' wings and they have a special significance for me personally.


Oh sure, my Guardian Angel is probably rolling his eyes, wishing I'd just sit still and be quiet.  But this token also honors our first soldier, Jorge.  At the end of that eventful day, he quoted Psalms 91, which is also known as "The Soldiers' Psalm".  It's been memorized and used by soldiers since WWII and is a tradition which is passed from one generation of soldiers to the next.    He sat on a stool, beginning so quietly, his voice gaining momentum as he recited from memory.  You could've heard a pin drop.

The day before I met Jorge, I was still writing  "Friday 55" stories.  From nowhere I'd crafted a story about an Angel sitting still and just listening to someone. (It's here). I had no idea where it came from or why.  The next day as Jorge recited, I remember the hairs standing up on the back of my neck when he got to, "For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."

And so I have a pair of visual angel wings, to remind me that while speeches make me queasy on one level, there is another part of me who can do it.  Who can tell their stories for them...to connect with people who have the ability to help others but need someone to point out their help is necessary.  And while it will also serve as a reminder of Jorge and his fellow soldiers who keep us safe, I will still hear Hubby's voice on the phone as he opened the package for me and asked,

"Why do you have a bracelet with dove feathers on it?"

Hey, I married a hunter...it's a logical question.

At least he picked a bird of peace.

3 comments:

maurcheen said...

Ooh look... You have a new 'friend'! :-P

So, how was it? I bet they loved you!

As for crowds, the bigger the audience the more excited I am. Small groups freak the bejaysus out of me.

Have a lovely week my friend. :-)

XXX

hope said...

Been busy...didn't have time to sweep out the place of pests until today. :)

We did well on Friday: nice donation from the Association, then more personal checks from members in the mail. I'll know how well I did at the Church meeting later this week. I teased the 2nd group, telling them how glad I was not to be grabbing for a mike 2 feet over my head. :)

maurcheen said...

:)

XXX