The few, the proud, the tenacious...

In all of the whoopla swirling about awaiting "Miss Aubrey's" arrival, a very, very significant milestone was reached by my firstborn. And with apologies, I want to honor him for his determination, perseverance, and sacrifice in "keepin' on, keepin' on." My son, Chris, completed his last class in college two weeks ago, and now has his Bachelor of Science degree in Forestry, from North Carolina State University, after a what seemed an eternity.

There won't be a processional, or the usual Pomp and Circumstance that accompanies graduations normally. He passed the class and is now finished. To the uninformed observer, this event is everyday and mundane, but for this young man, it has been a continuing life lesson in 'focus on a thing and see it through' - one in many through out his young life. And, I might add, just the way he wants it...no celebration - let's just move on and really start living.

Chris has always - ALWAYS - wanted to be in law enforcement. A policeman, as a little guy, and then a career Marine, as he grew up. Maturing often softens or lessens those lofty aspirations, but in Chris' case, it brought them more in focus. He began to hone in on exactly what that would look like on him. My ever "outdoorsman" realized at some point that he could mesh the two - law enforcement and outdoorsman - and have just the right career. His degree in Forestry, his experience in the Marine Corps, his experience with weapons, and his love of all things nature, will (prayerfully) come together in a career that he has applied for with the State Trooper Department of the state of Alaska, Forestry Division. Yes, he will be moving there shortly to join his sweet Jessica, written about in an earlier blog, who left a couple of weeks ago to take a teaching job in Anchorage, AK.

Life has dealt him some unexpected challenges, but he has, in his steel-jawed manner, pressed on through each one with 'grit' that I'm sure was from his Mimi (who was called "Sarge" out of loving respect for her pluck). Unrealized expectations turned into different opportunities and nerves of steel were forged and tempered, life always asking for more than was anticipated. I have a remarkable son, and now college graduate.

Son, I am so very proud of you. God made a man of valor, character, determination, with a very sensitive heart and gave you the name "Christ-bearer." As He has led you, so your future is in His careful Hands. Just remember Who you belong to...