My first!

  Yesterday was my first Remembrance Day as a Canadian Citizen.  I kind of wondered if it would feel any different than previous years.  This year was also special because Scott ended up being the coordinator for Kindersley's Remembrance Day Ceremony.  He's the Padre at the Legion, which was only supposed to be temporary. After yesterday it's looking like more of a permanent thing.  At first I thought it was maybe because he was one of the youngest guys in the Legion and they figured they'd get him to do as much as possible for them.  I'm thinking differently now.  It was actually a very special service.  Scott read "In Flanders Fields" and there was so much emotion coming from him(in a good way) that I wanted to cry.  I've heard it several times, but it really was different this year.  Hearing my husband read this poem and speak about those who've given their lives for our freedom.  Growing up in a military town in the United States, I've always had a lot of pride about our military men, many who were good friends, and a lot of appreciation for the sacrifice that they were making to ensure our freedom.  While watching these Canadian veterans and looking at the pictures of those who'd given their lives I was once again struck by how much they gave and how easy we have it.  Tonight, on our date, compliments of Scott's parents babysitting services, we were talking about the day and also about the future.  Scott's always had a heart for soldiers and would have joined up had God not called him to preach.  I still see a desire in him to serve and part of that desire is met by helping the veterans and visiting the sick ones.  There is a part of me that wants more of his time, but God is showing me that Scott is doing what he can to thank these men who have fought to keep us free and allow him to be here with us today.  We talked about what would happen if there was ever a real need for men to go to battle in the near future.  We both realized and accepted the fact that he would go if they would have him.  Thinking about our sons someday desiring to be soldiers, or other occupations that they might be led to enter was kind of a neat thing.  Our prayer is that they always seek the Lord first.  After that we look forward to seeing how the Lord will use them.  Whether it's in the ministry, as soldiers, firemen, policemen, carpenters, etc...  So long as they seek the Lord first we'll be thankful for that.  I hope that they don't grow up toooo fast, but as they do I pray that they look to the Lord for guidance.  I would be honored to be the mother of a soldier.  Garrison was definitely admiring all the uniforms at the service:).  There were cadets up where the wreaths were laid and they were standing on guard.  Unfortunately one of them collapsed and had to be helped out, but other than that the service went really well.  Garrison sang, "O Canada" with me and behaved very well, even when the service went a bit longer than anticipated.  We didn't attend the service at the Manor, since Nana had the two younger ones, but heard that it went really well.  Scott tried to learn a lot of the old songs that were sung during the war, since he was the song leader.  The bugler didn't make it to that service, so Scott played The Last Post on his trombone.  He said that the people were a little skeptical about it at first, but said it sounded good.  Not too different from the bugle.  Thank the Lord for his parents putting the time into his musical training and also teaching him to be a volunteer.  It may sound like I'm bragging on him too much.  In truth, I'm writing a lot of this down because Scott's not one to say much about it himself.  He said he really didn't do all that much, but the past several weeks have been full of meetings, typing, phone calls, etc....  Overall it was a wonderful day and one that the kids will remember for a long time. I'd like to keep a record of such things and print it off for the kids to have a copy of when they're older. I apologize for a lack of pictures.  We were all so focused on the ceremony that I didn't stop to take any.  Maybe we'll get some from the others that were there.  Another note of thanks. One of the ladies that sat behind us came over after the service and told the kids thank you for being so well behaved.  It was nice to see the children recognized by someone else for good behavior.  So often people are quick to criticize when children misbehave, but not so much when they do well.  It reinforces what we're teaching about other people watching us too.  All in all, it's been a good week. One well worth remembering!  So thankful for all those who've served and continue to do so, in order to keep us free and also help others around the world to have some freedoms too!  I sure wish I could have spent some time with my Grandpa( a World War II vet), but I'm looking forward to spending an eternity with him someday!