What major historical events do you remember?
In the spring of 1970 I had just turned four when my family was told that my brother Stephen’s helicopter had been shot down in Vietnamese enemy territory and he was MIA. A few weeks later Stephen was found alive yet pretty mangled, both inside and out. Outside on the lawn in a hospital in upstate NY someone sat my skinny, preschool ballet dancer’s body on top of my brother’s laid out on a stretcher broken one and with long blond pigtail braids, and smiling through missing front teeth, I made a peace sign and a picture was snapped that would change my world forever.
I was born in 1966, when America’s political climate much resembled that of today. My earliest memories were warm, full of happiness, joy, magic, awe and wonder. I was surrounded by loving family, award winning cuisine, music of almost every genre, as well as, art and culture from every part of the globe. However, after the shell of a once brilliant and beautiful young man, my oldest brother Stephen, returned to us carrying baggage of the worst horrors from that tragic war, my eyes were opened to a grim reality of political divisiveness and the horrific carnage in its wake.
A few years later, I made the decision to follow after the path of truth, justice, peace, beauty and love until all my questions were answered and all my fears, trauma, pains and chaos were overcome. Then, many years later, in my late twenties, Jesus met me in South Beach Florida and changed my life forever!
I’m still asking questions, I think we all do until we reach eternity, but I’m so grateful to God for this most beautiful, yet ever-winding journey that is my relationship with Christ, the most influential person in all of history!
So, thank you Jesus! For you bless our messes, turn graves into gardens, ashes into beauty and despair into hope. History is always changing but His Story never does. 🙌🙏🥰❤️🩹🙌🔁