My Walk with the Lord

True stories about God's miracles and how He has blessed my life through trials and troubles. It touches on a range of topics from angels to single parenting, death, nursing homes. You will laugh, you will cry, you will be amazed to see how much God really loves you.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Reflections on Thanksgiving Day 2005

REFLECTIONS ON THANKSGIVING DAY 2005

Every Thanksgiving, my family comes together at my oldest sister's and her husband's house. I have four sisters and our parents have already gone on to be with the Lord. My brother-in-law, Joe, arises early in the morning and begins to cook the turkey, chicken, boston butts, and sausage over his pecan and oak fueled cooker. I live nearby him, and can smell the aroma of the cooking meat. This Thanksgiving, I went down there early and ate a piece of that sausage..boy was it good!

All the extended family, some friends and neighbors begin to arrive around 11:30. It was a beautiful, sunny South Georgia day...a perfect day for enjoying the food and company of loved ones. I pulled an old fashioned bottled Coke from the ice covered tin tub, opened it up, and enjoyed the taste of ice Coke from the bottle. Earlier, I had placed Cokes, Orange and Grape Crushes, Root Beer, and Wild Cherry Sodas in this metal tub, throwed on the ice, and waited for them to get cold. All the little ones (and old ones I might add) seemed to enjoy this special treat.

As it came time to eat, I looked at the well laden table and reflected on God's goodness to me and my family. Joe asked for quietness (hard to accomplish when all the little ones are running around), and said a few special words. One of the things that he said was, "Just for today, enjoy this day. Forget your troubles, and just be thankful for your blessings." He asked me to say the prayer, and I asked the Father in heaven to bless the food and our time together.

The food was wonderful, and afterwards, we gathered under Shirley and Joe's large outdoor patio, and sang a few songs. My daughter, Eva, and her husband, Jack, led the singing. We sang "Will The Circle Be Unbroken", "Poor Wayfaring Stranger" and others. It was such a special time.

Some of the ones there was there for the first time. My special friend, Nancy, had two of her children there from Texas. John and Beth are both students at the University of Texas, and had come to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with there Mom. Debbie and Sonny, my son-in-law's parents, also spent the day with us. There were several other new faces, and they were received with open arms. Shirley and Joe are both gracious and giving, and we sure appreciated them opening their home to all of us.

Some of our family members were missing. My oldest daughter, Joy, her husband, David, and their son, Josh, live in England so were not with us. Joy did call and talk to many of us. She always enjoyed these Thanksgiving get togethers. My son, Joel, spent Thanksgiving with his girlfriend and her family. It was the first one he has missed since we started the Thanksgiving tradition. My niece, April, was not there. She recently was married and lives in California. My nephew, Tyron, was not there and two of my brother-in-laws did not make it.

As I looked around and saw the faces of my loved ones and friends, I reflected on the ones who used to be there but had gone on to be in that Family Circle in heaven...Mama, Daddy, Eric, our neighbors, Pat and Mrs. Kelly. I know that they would have enjoyed this Thanksgiving.

After the singing, I cranked up my blue Ford 3000 tractor, and took everyone on a hayride. I had to make three trips, even with the 18 foot trailer, to make sure everyone got a ride. I admit I enjoyed being the tractor driver, and as I looked back at all them loved ones I was hauling, I was thankful. Some of the grandkids, grandnephews, and nephews shot basketball...Yes, I shot with them...One of my grandnephews, Caleb, said to his third cousin, D.J., "We let an old grandpa beat us!" My grandson, Dusty, Joy's 11 year old son, came to spend the afternoon and night with us, and I was glad he did. He lives with his Dad and stepmom in nearby Waycross.

As it began to get dark, Joe built a bonfire, and two of my nephews put on a fireworks display. The little ones were roasting marshmallows, and Shirley's friend's son began picking his guitar and singing. It really was a special time. Austin, my three year old grandnephew, roasted me two marshmallows, and insisted I eat them all. I did.

This was a great day, a day of memories, a day of blessings from heaven, and I believe a way of passing down our love for each other to the little ones...they will remember this day.

To my sisters, Shirley, Evelyn,Linda, and Joanne...thanks for your love and support. To my daughter Eva...you were so glowing when you were singing, and I know the child (my third grandchild) you are carrying will be a blessing and joy. To my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, thank you for placing me in this family.

Irvin L. Rozier

Final Salute

Final Salute (good read)


The Rocky Mountain News allowed a reporter to follow a Marine major whose job it was was to inform the families that their loved ones had died. It's a long, very touching story. God bless the "mainstream" print media for being able to tell great stories like these.

http://denver.rockymountainnews.com/news/finalSalute/



"Each door is different.

Some are ornately carved hardwood, some are hollow aluminum. Some are protected by elaborate security systems, some by loose screen doors.

During the past year, the 40-year-old Marine major in the white gloves has stood at the front doors of homes in three states, preparing to deliver the message no family wants to hear.

It is a job he never asked for and one for which he received no training. There are no set rules, only impersonal guidelines. It is a mission without weapons.

Steve Beck trained to fight as a Marine, winning accolades as the most accomplished marksman of his class - a man who later earned two master's degrees in a quest to become a leader on the battlefield. He had hoped to deploy during the Persian Gulf War and definitely thought he would get his chance this time.

Instead, he found himself faced with an assignment that starts with a long walk to a stranger's porch and an outstretched hand. It continues with a promise steeped in the history of the Corps that most people associate only with the battlefield:

Never leave a Marine behind."

When I was in the Army, part of my duties was "Casualty Assistance Officer". When I was stationed in Fort Rucker, Alabama, I was responsible for casualty reporting for active duty deaths (and retiree military funerals) for northwest Florida, south Alabama, and south Mississippi.

I was the one who received notification of casualties (or initiated casualty reports), assigned the notification officer, and assistance officer. I would often receive calls in the middle of the night..Time was of essence, and so was dignity and respect for the fallen soldier and his family. These officers have an extremely important mission, and often the stresses of the mission would get to them.

I have knocked on a door, and said "On behalf of the Secretary of the Army, I am sorry to inform you your husband has been killed in action".

This story you posted was well written, and reflected the behind the scenes tragedy of this war.

I salute all fallen military members, and the special officers and staff who perform casualty duty.


Irvin L. Rozier, Captain (Ret) US Army

Monday, November 21, 2005

Cries of the Children

Many children across the land are crying
Because their fathers and mothers are dying
In a strange land across the great sea
Their mournful cries are like a howling wind in a tree

Mothers and fathers have lost their daughters and sons
Some killed by bombs and some by guns
Yet the war in Iraq goes rolling along
Its' victims are both the weak and the strong

Somewhere a little boy prays Lord bring my daddy home
A little girl whispers my mommie has been gone so long
The tears of the little children are precious in God's sight
Maybe today he will speak the word and end the fight

Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier

Saturday, November 12, 2005

VETERANS DAY 2005 IN BLACKSHEAR GEORGIA

VETERANS' DAY 2005 IN BLACKSHEAR, GEORGIA

On 11 November, 2005, a ceremony honoring veterans was conducted at our little Blackshear, Georgia city park. The wind was whipping around lightly, and there was a chill in the air although the skies were blue. Our local American Legion, Post 181, was in charge of the ceremony. I am the Chaplain, so my mission was to open and close with prayer.

I looked out over the crowd that slowly gathered, and I saw many veterans, some young, some old, one in a wheelchair (Colonel Clark and he was dressed in his Army Dress Blue uniform). I was honored to be a part of this ceremony, and to be in such good company.
As I prayed, I asked the Lord to bless all that were there, I prayed for our active duty military members and their families, and for our great country. I then read this poem I wrote:


OLD GLORY FLAPS IN THE BREEZE

I woke up this morning way before dawn
I sat on my bench by the edge of the lawn
I meditated on the Lord and his goodness to me
I am blessed to live in America where I am free

I have a tall flag pole by my little white shed
I just raised a new flag, it is white, blue and red
I saw Old Glory whipping around in the breeze
For years it has flown over the land and the seas

As a young child I held my hand over my heart
I learned the Pledge of Allegiance, part by part
I recalled that day when I raised my right hand
I promised to support and defend our great land

As I watched Old Glory gently flapping in the wind
I prayed to the Lord and asked that he would mend
Our great nation so it would not be divided and fall
I believe the Lord heard me as on his name I did call

The red of Old Glory reminds me of the soldiers' blood
Shed on foreign desert sands and in the jungle mud
The 50 white stars set against the blue background
Reminds me of God's grace that is spread all around

God Bless America is a phrase that we often hear
Repeated on many lips day by day, year by year
Indeed God has blessed America in a mighty way
Because of the many that to him do kneel and pray

Copyright 2005 (Oct 2), Irvin L. Rozier, Captain (Retired), US Army



The guest speaker, Dr. Bill Young, pastor of First Baptist , gave a great speech. He is an Army veteran. Our Pierce County High School Band, played rousing, beautiful patriotic music, and then our Gold Star mothers were honored. A helicopter did a flyby, and our county commissioner gave a wonderful speech.

We then had a flag burning ceremony that was very moving. The mournful sound of "Taps" lingered in the air, as an old tattered flag was burned. I prayed that this would be a symbol of new things for our country, of new beginnings. As I gazed upon all the people there, I was reminded of God's grace that he shed on America. We still have freedom. It was a very fitting tribute to our veterans, their family members, and our country.

Afterwards, we went down to the American Legion hall and had BBQ, baked beans, potato salad, rolls, pound cake, and sweet tea.

Our county is small, about 15,000 and Blackshear has about 3000. Despite this, we have many veterans living in our county. I salute them all.

Irvin L. Rozier

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Articles at Peggie's Place

Remember that site "Peggies' Place"..Well, she liked my writing and has added me.

Look at this : http://www.peggiesplace.com/veteran.htm

See you later. Irvin

Friday, November 04, 2005

Where to find my book

Here: http://www.bookfinder4u.com/IsbnSearch.aspx?isbn=1589301137&mode=direct

Irvin L. Rozier

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Tony Batten's Men Shoppe

TONY BATTEN'S MEN'S SHOPPE

Olis Davis called me late this Thursday day
He gave me some news that surprised me I say
After being in business for twenty years or so
Tony Batten is closing his doors, it's time to go

Tony's is located at the corner of central and main
Many a time he has watched a slow passing train
Coming through our little ole Blackshear town
He wondered if his calling was that of a clown

You see Tony can make you laugh at a drop of a dime
For neighbors, friends, and strangers he took the time
To greet them with a Hey Bubba he would heartily exclaim
I can even remember him leading cheers at the ball game

Over the past years his shoppe clothed many a men
Some were named Dan and one was called Ben
The quality of his clothes was known far and wide
He operated his shoppe with skill and pride

It'll be a sad day to see Tony's shoppe close
He sure will be missed when he goes
To pursue the new doors the Lord has opened up
Lord bless and keep Tony and fill his cup

Copyright November 3, 2005 Irvin L. Rozier