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Day 72, Notice Anything Different.

Take a good look at these two photos...do you see anything different? Well, to the untrained eye...you may notice that the left has a dull cross...while the one on the right has a glimmering cross (possible stay-bright). Look closer.

Ok, you give up. The one on the bottom right, actually has a new ribbon. Its not an elaborate change, but none-the-less, its a little change. On March 26, 2010, I will have been in the Army for 12 years...and yes...that little Ribbon (Army Achievement Medal) is actually the first one I have ever received. I remember being a Private First Class in 1998, watching a fellow soldier get one,...and I got so green with jealously. I guess, God's got a sense of humor to teach patience.

Also,...just to for those who read my wife's blog and think she is TOO COOL, and I am just a 'tag-along' in her glory...well look real hard on her web site you WON'T see anything like these APPLES on her site. You might get a little 'flour' and 'sugar' on you though. ahhahaha.

Bottomline: These ribbons/medals are nice to haves in life. But, they don't tell my story or will they be 'who I am'. I give Jesus Christ the praise for what they represent in my life as He is truly the fount of them all. But I place no eternal value on them whatsoever. I would give them all away 100x's over to see more Wixon's and Reid's, Kusyj's, Bowman's, Cowart's, Romick's, Ramos/Hegers, the list goes on and on....those relationships and seeing Christ in them...far outweighs little ribbons. Build a rack for the glory of Christ...

www.rackbuilder.com,...if you want to know what all those mean.


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