Mil Anderson, a gone on to glory member of Calvary, was
working in a field hospital on the beaches of Normandy six days after the
allied landings. Six months later she was evacuated from Bastogne as the Battle
of the Bugle began. Once the tide began to turn she followed the allied advance while caring for the wounded and dying often within hearing of the front. A slight
but feisty woman she reminded me of my grandmother Lillian Smith who was cut
from the same cloth. Coping with adversity, hardship and loss they did their
praying silently and endured patiently whatever was their lot. At the same
time, living within the constraints of their era, they pushed back against the
boundaries imposed upon them and made it possible for the daughters of our time
to achieve more than the women of the greatest generation could have ever hoped for
or even imagined. The psalmist crying out for help to God is clothed in healing
with answered prayer. The joy of the morning is known by living through the
weeping of the night. Life is brought forth from the experience of going down
to the Pit. Dancing springs forth from sackcloth, rejoicing follows grief. Mil
and Lillian, and so many like them, lived the movement of this psalm and made
strong as a mountain by faith in the Lord inspire us all to do the same.
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