And provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor. Isaiah 61:3 NIV

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Being Seasick Can Save You!


My Dad was inducted into the Navy during WWII.  He lasted 72 hours!  Yup! Three days! When he talked with the commanding officer Dad told him that he shouldn't be in the Navy - he just got way too seasick! So Dad was honorably discharged and redrafted into the Army.  Still, that didn't save Dad.  When it was time for him to be shipped out they meant exactly that- shipped - on a ship
On the way to France, where he was to serve as a Physical Therapist Medic, he was definitely seasick and spent much of his time hanging over the railing.  Once on dry land he was able to do his job as a physical therapist for the recovering wounded. He also went shopping and was able to procure some parachute silk for his Mom who loved to sew.  He also got her some French perfume.  He placed his gifts in a trunk or duffel and stored it under his bed in a cabin he shared with several other soldiers.  The rest of the money he earned while in the Army he sent home to his parents for safe keeping.
When the war was over and Dad was sent home honorably discharged he had to return by, you guessed it, a ship.  Many cruise ships were used to transport troops back and forth.  Dad was on one of those ships.  You can guess where he spent most of his time.  While Dad was cruising the railing there was a terrific jolt.  In the night the cruise ship hit an iceberg. It tore a hole in the side of the ship right were Dad's room was and his precious gifts went into the sea.
Fortunately the ship was able to contain the flood of water and the ship limped into port.  I guess one could say that being seasick saved Dad's life.  I don't think anyone was hurt either.  I'm sure Dad's folks kept him and his brother, Andy, and sister, Mary, in prayer as they served their country.  God granted their prayer and all three returned home safe and sound.
I want to thank them for their service to our country to keep us free from tyranny and oppression.  We have enjoyed many years of freedom.  Unfortunately the new generation doesn't seem to care as much about those precious freedoms that cost so much American and Ally blood to protect. I am grateful for those who do get it and are willing to continue to serve this country's freedoms.  May God continually bless those who sacrifice for us!

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