Five Minute Friday: Hero
He has a quiet walk, one which enables him to alight on you without
your knowing, but with your enjoying. He
is so often soft spoken that when he speaks a louder volume, you sense it is of
utmost importance. And, you find in
yourself the desire to listen carefully.
He is a man of great knowledge.
One whose love of God is evidenced in his gentle demeanor and sweet
smile.
He knows for whom it is he lives because he has taken time to know, to
understand,
He is a man of great strength.
One whose personal life has faced challenges that would have left most
lying prostrate on the floor and yet, he, with quiet ability, lifted himself up
to take another step in this journey of life.
And, he had done so with grace and peace and joy.
He is a man of great heart. It
has been said that we are to watch who the little children love for it is those
who have the greatest hearts. If this is
a solid truth, then it is further proof that the heart of this man must be big
for little children love to sit near him to learn and laugh and sing.
He is a man who has learned that we all have a place in this life and
finding that place and growing it to the best of our ability is our life's
mission.
When I close my eyes, I see this man as a little boy wearing smallish
shorts and white shoes, laughing. I see
him in his Sears jeans and flannel shirt riding in the back yard simply
enjoying life and being a part of the family.
I read his youthful writings and see great potential in such a young
man. He is able to pen words onto paper
with a maturity that comes from living deeply.
I watch him warrior up to life never quitting always battling to be the
best "him" he can be.
Working hard, striving harder….
Never leaving behind his great heart but always carrying it forward as
one would their coat of arms during battle.
I've never one time, in all the years I've known him, heard him
complain at the challenges that life has thrown his way. Never.
Instead, I've witnessed his humble heart strive to find reason for the
seasons in his life and watched as he gave over his heart to being true to
himself.
Blessed I am to have spent these past 45 years walking beside him in
this journey of life. He has lived in
those short years what most of us spend many more seeking to be..
Godly
Patient
Kind
Tender
Strong
Brave
Generous
Intelligent
Endearing
Noble
Faithful
Forgiving
Of all the people in this life I am living, I have learned more from
this man than any other….and, not from what he had to say…
But, from how he chooses to live.
When I look into his eyes, the window to his soul, I see a man who has
lived fully that which God has given him…
And, I am grateful he is in my life.
He is more than my friend, my confidant, my valiant warrior at arms…
He is my brother,
My Hero
And, as I write that simple word, hero, I know he would bow his head
and disclaim the compliment in humble refusal to see himself in that light…
But, a hero to me is not one exalted to the sky for great works and
acts
A hero is one who walks quietly doing what is right and just and pure,
not in his own name nor for his own sake,
