Showing posts with label patriotism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patriotism. Show all posts

Monday, May 27, 2013

Freedom
New Mexico Sky

A dream that abounds in every heart...
Freedom.
My soul... Freedom.
A vision that awakens the soul...
Freedom.
My soul... Freedom.

A drive that astounds the world around...
A making, a searching, until we have found
That Freedom releases the soul that is bound...
Freedom.  My soul... Freedom.

My generation expects it.  So does yours.
My generation craves it.  So does yours.
My generation fights for it.
So... does yours?

Freedom.
My soul... Freedom.

-Cindy Lou Hodges



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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Pioneer Woman...the Wagon Ride


  
I envision a pioneer as an adventurer and explorer:  a bold and curious, nosy soul who travels the distance to satisfy her curiosity, to settle her dream.  My Grandmother is a fine example, or maybe it was more her husband, my Grand Daddy Kemp.

During the early 1900's they traveled from Arkansas to Oklahoma in a covered wagon... twice!  As newlyweds, the "just opened" Indian Territory offered opportunity, land and adventure:  just what a young couple desired.  But, the Oklahoma plains proved too forlorn for them.  Terribly homesick and overwhelmed, they packed everything back into their wagon and retreated back home to Arkansas.  

However, once replenished and emotionally restored, they took off again, for that same rugged, covered wagon ride.  This time they stayed and raised their five children on Oklahoma's red soil.  Maybe they had fallen in love with Oklahoma the newly titled "forty-sixth state" and its open skies, or maybe they were too weary to travel back to known opportunities, or maybe... they were just too proud.  For some reason, they dug in their toenails and stayed near the southern Red River, taming their parcel of land, parcel of possibilities.  With grit, determination, hard work and pure "hardheadedness" they conquered their "West" and carved out a homeland for their generations to follow.   They were true adventurers, and most definitely... pioneers!

That was my grand daddy Jesse Samuel and my grand mother Lizzie, and even though their "Pioneer" title appropriately applies to them, it cannot be passed on to their children or children's children. My ancestral history may contribute to my pioneer longings, but family credentials do not prove me a pioneer.  The title "Pioneer" can not be given.  It must be earned.  

Hence, I continue my quest, and ask myself again... "Am I a pioneer?".

Sincerely, 

Cindy Lou Kemp Hodges

Jesse Samuel & Elizabeth Kemp, Wedding Picture 1919
Note their eyes:  Grandpa's look of adventure, Grandma's look of steadfastness

Webster's New World Dictionary... Pioneernoun  1. a person who is among those who first enter or settle a region, thus opening it for occupation and development by others.
 


 

@Copyright 2012, Cindy Lou Hodges All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

September



September

Temperatures drop.
Tempers cool.
Dust rides the breeze.
Summer's scorn still scorches
Earth, lakes...memories.

Grasslands beg for mercy.
Sun-dried soil's too dry to weep.
But, I believe in Texas
September does not sleep.

Press on, my state of Texas.
Oh, bend your stubborn knees.
Seek him who sends September...
Seek him who never sleeps.

Oh, long, long sought September...
Send rain, stop drought,
Break heat.
Oh, God, who sends September...
Restore, remember... me.
             --Cindy Lou Hodges

                          
One of the worst droughts in history is plaguing  my home state of Texas.  Record heat waves of temperatures 100 degrees or higher wreck havoc upon health, agriculture and ranching industries.  For nature, there is no escape from the sweltering heat, other than rain... blessed rain.  Let us return to our roots of faith, as we fall down in prayer and humbly ask God to send us rain... sweet, blessed rain.  

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!  Blessed be the name of the Lord...!
    
                 
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                                            SCRIPTURE REFRENCES

"Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed.  The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.  Elias was a man subject to like passions as we are, and he prayed earnestly that it might not rain:  and it rained not on the earth by the space of three years and six months.  And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth brought forth her fruit."
--Holy Bible, James 5:16-18

"For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers:  but the face of the Lord is against them that do evil."
--Holy Bible, I Peter 3:12

"And I say unto you, Ask and it shall be given you;  seek and ye shall find;  knock, and it shall be opened unto you."  --Holy Bible, Luke 11:9

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@Copyright 2011, Cindy Lou Hodges All Rights Reserved.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

My Flag


Triumphant it stood.
Boldly it waved.
Courage and strength it told.
I watched it furl in jet streamed sky
and wondered how am I
so fortunate to sit beneath this flag,
on freedom's common ground.

What price was paid I cannot grasp,
can't fathom freedom's cost,
but as I view Old Glory's flight
I pray we shall:
not faint,
give hope to night,
turn wrong to right,
and be worthy of the name...
America...
America...
America.

                  --Cindy Lou Hodges


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All Rights Reserved.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Boot Camp

Today he leaves for boot camp.  Yesterday he played the acoustic bass in church.  Tomorrow... who knows?  That's yet to be revealed.

I've known him for just about two years now.  Our paths crossed at church where we both play in the orchestra, and for most of that time he has been the only string player in the band.  He has been faithful to be there Wednesday nights for rehearsals and Sunday mornings for worship services.  What surprises me about his steadiness is that he is a single young man who could find many other ways to spend his time and many other places to be.  However, he chooses to be at church.

But now, he won't be, and we will miss him.  Will miss his smile, his music, his gentle presence, and his testimony.  We shall continue to think about him and lift him up in prayer, his mama, too.  It must be hard seeing your child choose to walk away from the security of home, family, and friends into the vices of the military.  I don't know first hand what that's like, but I do remember how hard it was just to leave my son on his own at college.  It is so hard turning loose.  We moms & dads tend to panic and ask ourselves, "Did we do our jobs as parents?  Did we do it right, and did we do it well?  Did we love them enough, and did we teach them all that they need to know to survive out there?"

I personally don't know his parents & family very well, but just by association with this young man, I'd say they did a fine job raising their son, and he will make a fine soldier.  It seems to me his feet are firmly planted on the Solid Rock, and that's exactly what it takes to make it out there.  A firm foundation can weather the storm: be it military, civil, or private.

We will miss him: our light-haired, soft-spoken young friend.  While there will be a gap in the flow of music, there will be new steps in the marching corps.  When there will be murmurs in the congregational prayers for his safety, there will be shouts of command in the corporal ranks.  Where there is war, there will be prayers for peace.  He, our friend the soldier, is doing his part to make men free.  It is now our turn as a church and community to voice our petitions to heaven.  Pray for others.  Pray for our leaders.  Pray for peace, and pray for William.   

Blessings to you, my friend Private William... may God protect and keep you. Thank you for serving our country!  We will miss you until you come back and join us once again in the band.  You can wear your military uniform or your civilian clothes as you play... doesn't matter to us.  We just want you to hurry back home, today, tomorrow or several tomorrows from now.  Yes, hurry home, please... your music and your chair await you.

Sincerely your friend,
Cindy Lou



"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.  But eveyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."
                  ---Matthew 7:24-27   Holy Bible, New International Version

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
                              ---John 3:16  Holy Bible, New International Version


@Copyright 2010, Cindy Lou Hodges
All Rights Reserved

Blue Shadows (On the Trail), 1986

Buckle up, partners, for this sparkling rhinestone and soothing lullaby brought to you by The Three Amigos! Actors Steve Martin, Chevy Chase...