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A Uniting of Hearts and Families

Posted by on Jul 5, 2016 in Blog, Military | 0 comments

By Rosie J. Williams

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I think that’s her, Verlin said. Tony agreed and the two of them intently watched the lady on the other side of the banquet hall. Just then, Steve sat down at their table.  “No, that’s not her, I just met Susan, and there she is, standing over there with her husband”. Everyone at the table turned to see the woman they had wondered about ever since they heard she was going to be at the military reunion that year.

Emotions were running wild with these three Nam vets who were with Sue’s brother when he had died in Viet Nam years before. The survivor’s guilt that had haunted all three of these guys was at it’s highest at the banquet put on to honor the families of those from their unit killed in action. Although nothing could have been done to save Richard (Sue’s brother), all three of these veterans wished with every fiber of their being that they could have done more!

It was on memorial day that Sue’s first connections with her brother’s comrades began. She had gone to the cemetery to place flowers on her parent’s graves, but found herself standing in front of Richard’s grave stone, admiring the beautiful wreath and wondering who had left it there. She bent down to see the note attached with a website address… “given in remembrance by the Curahees, 3rd of the 506, 101st Airborne Division, to Richard Burgess, from your band of brothers”. It was through contacting the website and reunion organizer Jerry Berry that Sue found out about the upcoming reunion and the desire to honor the families of those from the unit that had been killed in action.

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After pushing their food around their plates for awhile, the guys decided to get up and go introduce themselves to Sue. I watched, along with the other wives, as they went over to Sue’s table. She and her husband immediately stood up, and we watched with tears in our eyes, observing this very sacred moment as the five put their arms around each other and huddled together talking, sharing missing pieces of information and answering years of unspoken questions.

It was just recently that Sue’s nieces and nephews had begun to inquire about their uncle who had been killed years before they were born. It was later that evening that Sue went to her room to email her siblings and other family members, telling them what she had learned.

Something happened that night. It was the healing of invisible wounds carried by many. Sue and her family gained a roomful of brothers that night, and the vets gained a sister who graciously received them into her family as new brothers and friends.

I Peter 3:8 (NLT)

Finally, all of you should be of one mind. Sympathize with each other. Love each other as brothers and sisters. Be tenderhearted, and keep a humble attitude.

 

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It Doesn’t Hurt to Dream

Posted by on Jul 8, 2013 in Blog | 0 comments

 

By Rosie Williams

I love vintage things!  Going antiquing reminds me of sweet memories from growing up in the 50’s.  It was a lazy Saturday when I suggested to my husband that we visit one of our favorite antique shops.  As we entered the store, I spotted a little red and white child-sized cabinet I had often admired.  Today it was on sale.  Looking down, I got choked up.  With tears in my eyes. I wistfully told my husband, “It’s ridiculous to buy this…I don’t have any little children around the house to play with it…”

I had wanted to be a Grandma for over eight years.  Both of my married sons and their wives had experienced years of infertility treatments and losses.  Earlier that week, I was praying intensely about this in the middle of the night.  I had moved past the kind of anxious prayers that pleaded with God to give me what I wanted when I wanted it.  I knew according to the Scripture that I was to cast my cares upon the Lord, but at the same time, I knew I could freely pour out my heart’s desire before Him.  I ended my prayer with a sincere plea….”Please don’t let me want my desires over your desires Lord…not my will, but yours be done!”  As I returned to bed that night, my sleep was peaceful as I rested in the will of my Heavenly Father who I knew loved me.

My prayer for you is that whatever issue it is you are dealing with that you would be able to cast your cares at the feet of the One who loves and you and died for you.  In Hebrews 11:1, it says, Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Sometimes we need to trust God when we don’t understand and keep trusting…and hoping…and dreaming until we do.

Back at the antique shop, determined to avoid spending money foolishly, I turned to walk away from that sweet little cabinet.  As I did, my husband gently put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear “it doesn’t hurt to dream, does it?”.  I turned around and looked into his pretty blue gentle eyes and said resolutely.  “No…no it doesn’t hurt to dream”!  Needless to say, that little white cabinet was loaded into our truck that day along with a ray of sunny hope.

 

Casting all your anxiety upon him because he cares for you (NIV)

I Peter 5:7