Matthew Lyle Landsman

Monday morning. Dawn just broke. I love this time of the day…remnants of Sunday still linger. A resolve of what I’ll make of this day are still in a state of flux…’cause for a few more minutes I still want to dwell on the weekend.
I’m grateful for the worthy cause for which I was called so early to leave my dream, the pillows, quilt and darkness of my room. Today I will make a difference. I will set the world afire and hope impression I leave is a good one, and that I give far more than I take.
Just between me and you and God above, today I will pray as I journey…that Emily Ann Martin-Badeaux and Kaye C. Upham’s daughter Jordan are touched softly by the hands of God, and that they will be released from the binds of cancers, and will soon become “survivors”. That they will have mostly in common that they are simply young and beautiful, and vital…looking forward to growing old…They aren’t the only souls I pray for. I have had Michelle Marie Dorsett in my heart as she learns to live on with just memories of her father who was called to join the legions of other WWII veterans who have been getting a place for him ready. God rest his soul. There are more, but these will be the ones I request for mercies with an air of urgency.
The day is calling me, the highway and journey…the gap at Wallula where the river makes a bend will mark the half-way point. I hope the morning sun is gentle to wake my senses, that fair breezes are urging my car from behind…and that kind souls await as I travel to join with them…
Have an equally great Monday all…and please join me in praying for my deserving friends…Matthew