
I was up late last night, so I wasn’t able to write a post. I will do so after I wake up.

My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. (KJV) ( Psalms 121:2 )
There is no problem too big for God! He made this world, which means he is able to break the rules that He set into place. If you face an issue that seems impossible, remember we were created by a God that specializes in making the impossible, possible again! He is our help when we have need.

What a fucking disaster the trip down was! We were driving a 27′ long truck which is just hard to handle. Luckily, I was not the one driving. However, we did get pulled over by the police once because we passed a truck inspection spot and didn’t stop. Then we were in two accidents. Ugh! It could hardly have gone any worse. We made it though and got the truck unloaded and ready for the Gala event tonight. Tonight, we will start setting up around 3:45 and be “on” for the guests, happy cheerful faces and all. We probably won’t finish until well after midnight tonight. The trip from hell has only just begun. Luckily, once the Gala is over with, I meet with my friend Susan, and we have plans for a much better trip, which includes a Broadway play and who knows what else.

I must return
I must go back to Normandy
to look out upon the sea,
Where once a great armada
carried troops, including me.
I must go back to Omaha
to walk along the shore,
and let my mind go back in time
to when there was a war.
When I go back I know I’ll mourn,
and shed some tears and feel the pain.
But I must go back and reminisce,
and think, and pray for those who there remain.
For they, too, were out upon that sea,
and then they died in Normandy.
Now from their graves above the shore,
they’ll keep their watch out on that sea, forever more.
I must go back to Normandy,
and, with them, once more,
look out upon that sea.
Sergeant Frank J. Wawrynovic landed on Omaha Brach on D-Day with C Company of the First Battalion, 115th Regiment, 29th Division. On June 17, he was wounded while scouting ahead of the American line in an orchard near the Norman city of St. Lô. He was evacuated, hospitalized for nearly two years, and discharged with a medical disability. After the war he returned to school and had a successful business career. Over the years he and his wife, Stella, gave very generous support to a variety of charities and non-profit organizations, including Normandy Allies. Many years after the war, his thoughts returned to that episode, leading him to write the poem shown above. He died in 2005, and his wife followed him in 2013.
D-Day occurred 73 years ago today and led to the liberation of Europe from Hitler’s Nazi regime.

For years, I’ve had the hardest time waking up in the morning. It was pure torture. However, for the past several weeks, I’ve woken at 6 am or thereabouts and am wide awake. I can’t wait to get out of bed. I have no idea what has changed. I go to bed about 10 pm every night. I get up one or two times to go to the bathroom and then around 6 am I’m raring to go for the day. I never thought I’d be this much of s morning person.