I'm a little late in the day, but I want to wish my beautiful wife, @Mrstexas2008 a very happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and know that you are so loved by your family and we appreciate all that you do for us!
🚨 JD VANCE SAYS IT BEAUTIFULLY: "The prophet Isaiah recounts from inside the temple of Jerusalem, 'then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, whom shall I send and who will go for us? And I said, here I am, send me.'"
"My friends, we gather this afternoon to honor men and women who heard the exact same call, men and women whose selflessness led them toward danger when others fled."
"People who said, send me not send somebody else, but send me people whom service was a way of life, not a burden and their love of community, of their families, of their neighborhoods, of the places they called home, bound them to a life of duty to others."
"A duty they lived out every single day from the first time they put on that amazing badge to the moment that they took their very last breath."
"In the old testament, God does not force Isaiah to serve him. Isaiah knew it would not be easy, but he steps up willingly. He volunteers just like every single one of you and every single one of your loved ones."
"He accepts God's call to give his life in service to his fellow men. And today we remember men and women in uniform who laid down their lives answering that exact same call." 🙏🏻
To say “I prayed for you” isn’t just words…
It means in the middle of my own chaos,
I paused.
I thought of you.
I carried your name, your situation, your pain…
and I brought it straight to God.
It means you mattered enough
for me to step outside of myself
and stand in the gap for you.
Because prayer isn’t small.
It’s not just something we say when we don’t know what else to do.
It’s love.
It’s covering someone when they’re too tired to fight for themselves.
It’s asking God to step into places we can’t reach.
So when someone says, “I prayed for you”…
please understand,
they didn’t just think about you.
They took you to the only One
who can actually change everything. 🤍
"when you realize you're raising the ones you can't live without to live without you." - sometimes people put words together that stop you in your tracks. This certainly did it for me today.
They say a father is the one person who quietly roots for you to outgrow him—to go further, do better, and live bigger than he ever could. There’s something really powerful in that. 🥹💕
Those days were some of the best days of my life. How I miss them. I make more money today than when I did when they were this age. I've come to realize that I was more rich back then than I am now. Love you Logan, Lauren, and Lane!
@Mrstexas2008 Happy anniversary! I love you, babe. Even on the hardest day, I would still choose you too! Forever is just over the horizon...thank you for being with me!
@logancompton80...I want to wish you a happy birthday, son. We're thinking about you and want you to know that we love and miss you. Really hope things are going well for you. All the best - Dad.
I entered the US Army in February of 1987. I was 19 years old. Infantry. I had no clue what I had committed myself to. God bless these young men and women who serve our country on our behalf.
I was flying Southwest from Dallas to New York. Three rows ahead of me, there was a young soldier in uniform. He looked barely 18. He was staring straight ahead, gripping the armrests. He looked nervous. When the drink cart came around, the flight attendant asked him what he wanted. 'Coke, please,' he said. 'Heading home?' she asked kindly. 'No, ma'am,' he said. 'Deploying. First time.' The whole row went quiet. The flight attendant didn't say a word. she handed him his Coke. Then, she got on the PA system. 'Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest in Row 8 today. Private Miller is on his first deployment to serve our country. Since I can't buy him a drink, I’m going to ask a favor. If you want to write him a note of encouragement, pass it forward.' I grabbed a napkin. I wrote: 'You got this. Stay safe. - A dad from Row 12.' I watched as napkins traveled up the aisle. Napkins, receipts, pages torn from books. By the time we landed, the soldier had a pile of paper on his tray table three inches high. He stood up to get his bag, and he was wiping his eyes. He carefully packed every single scrap of paper into his rucksack. 'Thank you,' he told the flight attendant. 'No,' she said. 'Thank you.' We all walked off that plane a little quieter, reminded that freedom is just a word until you meet the kid who is defending it.
Credit: Margie Lee