We see them and we could just miss them if we don't look closely enough.
They aren't wearing a uniform or a badge. They rarely get the medals or prizes.
These heroes are quietly winning wars every day and battling through the nitty-gritty business of life.
I have seen you and I know what you sacrifice.
You get up, day after day and go to the hospital to visit your sick loved one. You pray, hoping against hope, that somehow tides will turn. You walk, faithful, knowing you carry more than the lion's share these days.
You are a hero.
I have seen you and I know your heart.
You rise up and provide Cheerios and lunches; hugs and kisses; clean laundry and {usually} clean floors.
You know each child inside and out and, oh, you love those children.
You give your figure, your finances, your fantasies so that these little ones can have a place to call home.
You are a hero.
I have seen you and I know your passion.
You go into the inner city where people are shunned and thought of as less than.
You touch people who long to be seen. You believe they can grow and receive and be healed.
You spend time when you could be by your pool, or shopping or reading.
You serve them by giving your heart and your time.
You are a hero.
I have seen you and I know your love.
You bend the knee for any need you hear. You spend hours in your life on behalf of others, bending the ear of the Father. You take those burdens as your own. You cry out for the needs of others because you are a prayer warrior and your heart beats like His.
You are a hero.
You are a hero and I honor you here today.
Joyfully linking up with LisaJo Baker for Five-Minute-Friday where she gives us one word and we have five minutes to write without editing and post in encouraging community. Join us here. Today's word was "hero."
