Maggie and Trevor Stephan |
My Grandfather Stanley Pfischner passed away on Friday at 3:30am. You might be wondering why I would bring up something so morbid alongside pictures of a beautiful maternity session. It's because I don't see death as a morbid thing, rather as another passage of life. Because of the hope that I have in the Lord, I see his death as a peaceful passage onto a better place in God's perfect timing. Yes, there will be sadness, as this is bound to surface amongst change and loss, but I believe that along with sufferings here on earth, God brings just as much blessing if you look for it.
Being out on the flight line around planes like this one, and reflecting on my Grandfather Stan's life, I am continually more and more understanding, though I will never fully understand the work that he did serving in WWII. Seeing all that these men go through training on base, just barely scratches the surface of the determination, will, boldness, and sometimes extreme loneliness Stan must have experienced sitting for months on end in a cramped WWII tanker. He was a very strong man, very stern, but he had to be. He had no choice but to develop very thick skin over the emotional scars that must have been formed those long, brutal days and cold nights at war. He was one of the many that fought for us to keep our freedoms, sacrificed all he was and all he had for our country. I am so thankful or his life, and so proud to continue on with Stephen in the service that allows us to keep our freedom to worship the God we desire without persecution, and go to bed at night not worried about the constant shelling that other countries are having to endure as we speak.
Thank you Grandpa Stan, Trevor, and Stephen, and to all the men and women serving in the United States Military, and Thank you first and foremost to God for your merciful protection.
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