As our wounded begin their journey from the sandbox, to Landstuhl and home, on the long road to recovery, every tenacious step is accompanied by faithful prayers.
Oftentimes, we don't get to hear the outcome of these home-front battles. Today, a story that should make a believer out of almost any cynic:
Tuesday, January 19, 2010 Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
Y'all remember this time last year when I requested prayers for one of our local Marine's, don't ya? If not, go here and here to read the original story.
Brandon has spent these last 12 months recuperating from his injuries. He's endured numerous operations as well as a grueling physical rehabilitation regimen. Last Memorial Day, I wrote how Florence, Ky. had honored him with a Brandon Bailey Day. I was honored and tickled pink to be there in attendance to meet Brandon and his wife, Kristie.
I've kept in touch with Brandon's and Kristie's grandparents; Jim and Christine. Jim has been emailing me updates with Brandon's progress. Over Christmas, he emailed a picture that is more precious than gold. I requested permission from Jim to post on here so that you all could see what your prayers wrought. Jim had to ask Brandon first before giving me the go ahead. In typical man fashion, he wanted to make sure that I had a good picture of him.
I don't know if I would call it good... what do you all think? Is it good or not?...
What follows is a picture and a story which demonstrates how amazing our troops are. Go HERE now, follow the links to the original events, and then marvel at the progress of another of our finest. Go, go!
I so believe in miracles.