Last spring I started out on an early morning walk my thoughts drifted from myself to everything around me. The air was crisp, waking my aching body, and the sun greeted me with a warm touch. It wasn't long before I heard and recognized an unfamiliar sound, the sound of a military helicopter approaching. It was loud, but comforting. Then another, even closer. These were the unmistakable sounds of our nation’s finest doing their job, defending our freedom. While I met my morning in a leisurely fashion, others were working hard at keeping me safe. The sound was reassuring, yet brought conviction. Like so many others, I had been guilty of taking my freedom for granted. No shame or fault finding, simply my truth. It’s easy to do, when you are safely removed from the everyday sounds of war and safety. Far from my city life and Texas home, I was hearing the sounds of everyday life on base. I couldn’t help but reflect on my safety. I could walk the streets and choose how my da
Some call me Coach, she calls me Momma, and hers calls me Granna, but He calls me Songbird. I have a song to sing, a story to tell, and occasionally a warning to share.