I stand at his grave.  The tears don't come. In some ways it is hard to feel. I just miss him. So much.  I bend down and touch the flowers. They were placed on the birthday of the Marines.  Left by those that miss him too. Why is it that we want what we can not have? Why does our soul long for things out of reach? We are restless.  A people still wandering in the desert; the promised land within reach.  Obedience is too difficult.  Surrender, foreign to our me centered lives. Philippians 1:21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is ... View Post