Several unexpected items inspired this week鈥檚 thoughts: Specifically, two opportunities to provide tributes for friends and a meaningful post on Facebook.
Although FB is a dubious way to spend time or energy, an acquaintance here in town shared the following exhortation (wording may not be exact but the meaning is): 鈥淚f you鈥檙e eating, thank a farmer. If there鈥檚 food on your table, thank a trucker, and if you鈥檙e eating in peace, thank a war veteran.鈥�
Both writing well-deserved tributes to friends and mulling over the FB exhortation, got me meditating a lot this week. (Just to make the process easier and even more meaningful, I did a lot of that musing down by the beach with a cup of Tim Hortons tea in hand.)
Again, I hesitated to write on this theme since it鈥檚 not a new one for me over this past year but the settings definitely were. Farmers have always epitomized, to me, the meaning of toil and dedication. Long hours, incredibly hard work and now, new expenses but I won鈥檛 comment on that.
My father was a long-distance trucker so I know about weeks spent away from home. To all those drivers who haul food and other goods across Canada and international borders, your long and lonely hours are appreciated.
When it comes to vets, I have no words to express my deep gratitude so I won鈥檛 even attempt to do that except to say, 鈥淭hank you from the depth of my being.鈥�
Those tributes to friends were difficult only because I couldn鈥檛 think of enough kind things to say within a limited time and/or word count.
Much of my musing, however, involved deliberately trying to name those 鈥渦nsung heroes鈥� we too often forget.
鈥淟ord, don鈥檛 let me forget those who work behind the scenes day after day.鈥�
God bless you!
