Happy Monday. Hats off to all who have run this race before us.
“A day seared in memories.”
So said my daily paper a few days ago.
Of course, it was referring to the seventieth anniversary of D-Day, a day to honor very young, ordinary men, yet giants!
They were those who braved through blood-tinged waters, climbed rocky cliffs, or fell from planes, staring down death, or actually dying.
Whatever degree of comfort and peace we enjoy today is in part because of the thousands who died in one day.
However, their sacrifice changed the course of World War II.
Both trial and triumph became part of our history that day.
This race called life is much like that battle on that crucial day.
Someone has called it (life) a contest of stamina, endurance, faith, and not for the fainthearted.
Both battles and victories are written on the pages of our lives.
We must remember, however, that “no battle–no victory.”
Charles H. Spurgeon, another “giant” from yesteryear, said, “Many men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous difficulties.”
Another great quote I found is this, “The strength of the ship can be demonstrated by the hurricane.”
Storms of life don’t necessarily “make” us who we are, but reveal who we are.
I love this writing from many years ago by former President Theodore Roosevelt.
“It is not the critic who counts,
nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man
who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
who strives valiantly,
who errs and comes short
because there is no effort without error and shortcomings,
who spends himself in a worthy cause,
who knows the end of achievement is in triumph,
who knows if he fails while daring
he will never be with those timid, cold souls
who never knew victory or defeat.“
Monday with Beverly 
Thank u Mrs. Hyles for writing this week. On Memorial Day, I went and toured the USS Iowa. Although this ship was mainly used in the Pacific Ocean in WW2-I couldn’t help but think of those who gave all on D-Day-many just within seconds of service-yet making a life-impact for freedom. Praise God for their courage and vision for America(and other homelands)and thank you for remembering them here this week!
Praying for you:)
Patty
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Mrs. Hyles, Thank you for this thought provoking, encouraging, post. We have been reading the “Mondays” postings since you started them. They have all been a blessing. I spent part of a day last week with my Uncle Homer Levi (95) who survived D Day. May I humbly thank you for what part you and your family had in the efforts of those times. And thank you to your brave soldier/ husband that volunteered and served his country during this time as well. Thank you for following him after marriage to the army base in NC and taking care of your ‘army man’ as he served his country. Thank you both for the selfless decades that you served our Saviour in the Lord’s army! God Bess You!
Evangelist Chris and Kim Stansell
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Convicting to me!! I’m afraid I usually prefer to be the timid, cold soul. But thanks for this challenge to remind me that I don’t REALLY want to be timid & cold. I love your weekly posts!
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Wow! What a tremendous post! What a tremendous analogy! Thank you! I was a history teacher for awhile and love history! Praise The Lord for young men who made a difference in life or in death!
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I love to study history. Every time I watch films on the history channel about D-Day, June 6, 1944, I always get a tear in my eye, a lump in my throat, and such a swelling of patriotism in my heart. I am so proud to be an American. So thankful for “THE GREATEST GENERATION” who answered their country’s call and just simply did their job. I like too Mrs. Hyles, the thoughts of Teddy Roosevelt. He endured so much in one day. The birth and death of a baby daughter, the death of his wife, and I believe the death of his mother either that day or the next. He faced a fork in the road, but did not give up. How can we do less. Thank you for the reminder. God bless and love ya Mrs. Hyles. Lee Ann Gray
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