Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day Memories // Lyman L. Jones

As you may have already known, my friend Jesseca over at Whimsical Writings for His Glory is doing a linkup this weekend in honor of Memorial Day and those who have gave their lives for our country. I knew I wanted to take part as soon as I heard about, but I didn't think far enough ahead at the time. 

Unfortunately, all such thoughts got pushed aside while my focus was on other things, and I didn't remember until I saw Jesseca's post. Hmm... I thought. I'll have to do some searching to find someone. Although it wouldn't have been too difficult to find someone eligible, I wanted it to be more personal. 

Thursday night while helping with supper, I was telling Mom about the linkup and mentioned that I needed to 'find someone to research'. "Well, you do know that your great-grandfather's brother was killed in WWII, right?" 

As you may have already guessed my reply was a bit dramatic. "What?! How did I not know this?! Tell me all about it!!" 

Finding my enthusiasm amusing, Mom agreed to get some details for me after supper. (I mean, at this point, a name would've been helpful. :P) Given a name and a few minor details, I set out to discover more. Here's what I found out... 

Lyman L. Jones was born May 5, 1911 in Jackson county, North Carolina. He had two brothers, Lawny (my great-grandfather) and Weaver, and two sisters, Hattie Mae and Ollie Belle. 

He married Mae Belle Johnson (1917-1996), though I have been unable to obtain the date of their marriage. They had one son, James Jones. 

Lyman entered the service in December, 1943 and received basic training at Camp Shelby in Mississippi. 

On November 25, 1944 he was killed in action in Germany, having been overseas only a month. As far as I know, Mae Belle never remarried, but raised their son alone. Lyman's body was recovered and brought back to Jackson county for burial. A memorial service was held in October, 1945, nearly a year after his death. 

I found two newspaper articles concerning this man. Below is the one I found to be mostly correct, although it does have his age off my a couple years. 

"Funeral services for Pfc. Lyman L. Jones, 36, of Gay, were held last Thursday afternoon at 2:00 at Zion Hill Baptist Church with the Rev. Joe Bishop, pastor, and the Rev. Bill Sorrells, of Franklin, officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery. Pfc. Jones was killed Nov. 25, 1944 in the Battle of the Bugle. ... Surviving are the widow, Mrs. Maybell Jones and one son, James Jones. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Columbus jones; two brothers, Lonnie and Weaver Jones; two sisters, Mrs. Johnnie Mchanan and Mrs. Albert Fox all of Gay. ... The American Legion had charge of the graveside." 

Not a lot of information for someone who paid the highest sacrifice for his country, is it? Maybe if he hadn't died, we would know more about him. Yet even as I think on that, I'm inclined to wonder... 

To wonder if it's better that now, generations later, we don't know all the details. Maybe the mystery of the unknown is there for a reason. To help us fully realize the sacrifice that was given, and continues to be given. For us. 

Let's remember, today and always, the sacrifices made for our freedom and the freedom of our loved ones. God bless America. <3 


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Rain // A Poem

Happy Wednesday, readers! Pardon the absence of a post last weekend... I was gone on a youth trip and forgot to schedule something ahead of time. ;) 

I have another poem today. Do you enjoy seeing poems on Chosen Vessels? Should I continue sporadically with them or stop throwing these cringe-worthy writings y'all's way?  

sitting on the porch 
rain pouring down 
it patters on the roofs

ringing against the metal
making pelts on the road 
soaking the grass

the dampness encompasses me 
as the storm grows 
increasing in fury
but I don't fear it 

there's a special peace in the rain 

with rain droplets on leaves 
and trickles in gutters
it enters a dirty world 
but leaves it different 

the same effect Christ has 
when He enters our hearts 
our dirty hearts 
sin-sick lives 
made clean 
in His love and grace 


P.S. I recently found out that a friend of mine's mom is battling breast cancer. She is a blogger, and some if not all of you are probably familiar with their names, but the family doesn't wish to have that information disclosed at this time. God knows who they are, and I know your prayers would be appreciated. <3 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

A Belated Mothers Day Post {2017}

Well, I'm a bit late to jump on board with all the other bloggers posting beautiful poems and such honoring the mothers, grandmothers, and mother figures in their lives. 

Why, you ask? Honestly, I don't know. Other than that I don't feel like I can write a poem that would fulfill everything I would want it to say. So I'm going to go with a simple list of attributes I see in the lovely lady who has raised me. 

My Momma... 

...she's truly a godly lady who loves the Lord 

...she's a leader among the ladies at church 

...she's patient, loving, and kind 

...she's my favorite teacher 

...she's my mentor 

...she's my friend 

...she's my example to follow 

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. 
~ Proverbs 31:30 KJV

Love you, Mom!! <3 

Monday, May 8, 2017

It's the Little Things...

It's the little things that make the difference. They make me happy, make me smile, make me feel all whimsical inside. Things like... 

children's smiles 

~ blowing dandelions

~ chatting and being goofy with a friend 

~ colored pens 

~ dancing in the grocery store until I realize someone is watching me (it was this older lady and she just grinned and kept going ;D) 

~ wildflowers 

~ hyper puppy dogs 

~ perfectly-creamed coffee 

~ new books

~ those times when people look at you and make eye contact and smile. And it just convinces you that there is still goodness in this world.  

So what's my point in all this? It's quite simple, really. 

A recent prayer of mine is for God to used me to bring people to Him. For His light to shine from me. And after overlooking what was right in front of me for quite awhile...I came to a conclusion. 

We don't have to do anything drastic to touch people's lives. 

And what do I mean by that? It's the little things that make the difference. A smile, a laugh, acknowledging someone's presence even if they're a total stranger. Be open and happy. Let His light and His love shine through you. 

One person may only be able to touch a handful of lives, but what if we all did this? What if we all tried to reach out to those around us? The impact would be multiplied so many times over.  

Wanna join me? Take up the challenge and strive everyday to reach out to those around you with what you have -- a smile, your time, your love. Whatever they need that you have. That's all, nothing drastic. 


Hopefully y'all could something out of that disjointed collection of thoughts...until next time! 


P.S. Between wisdom teeth removal, Camp NaNoWriMo, end of the school-year gunk, and life in general, this blog has been neglected lately. Hopefully I'll get back in the groove soon, and maybe until then y'all can appreciate the good parts of my sporadic-ness. :)