Honor cannot be seen.  Honor cannot be bought.  Honor lives in someone’s heart.

We saw baby Zechariah’s baptism at church this morning.  It was his parent’s honor to welcome him into the Church. It was Father Michael’s honor to preside. It was an honor for us to be there.

Another mother in the lobby was holding her handicapped son. I don’t know her but I’ve seen her around.  I would guess it is her honor to hold him and help him all day. Later, I saw his brother, younger than he, kissing his face while holding him on his lap. I was honored to catch that moment.  It showed love at it’s true source.

The recessional hymn was America, the Beautiful.  The third verse honors our armed forces~

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

I would have been honored to sing along… were I not incredibly choked up, trying to hide the embarassing Mom Tears.

As we leave, a gentleman pulled me aside, “M’am you have some of the most respectful children I have ever seen in church.”   It was my extreme honor to accept this compliment.   This moment meant more to me than any contest, job or worldly object.

Jill

From our National Heroes to Everyday Heroes, we see honorable acts and people each day. I am honored to have this forum to highlight and comment about them. Thank you for honoring me with your time.

Happy Memorial Day!

God Bless our Troops Past and Present

Three-year old Hallie runs to her daddy, Drew Miller as he arrives home from 7 months in Afghanistan.