Friday, May 22, 2015

Scars Are Skin Deep

Scars Are Skin Deep, Memories Penatrate The Core, Freedom Is Not Free 

By:

HMCS (NAC/FMF) Trevor Dallas-Orr

This is a poem written by my husband that I wanted to share for Memorial Day. He wrote it Memorial Day 2008 with the intention of remembering those who gave their life in service for our freedom. Know those who serve our country past, present, and future...you are not forgotten:


Navy, Marine, Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, and National Guard:

I call you brothers, sisters, friends lost and found.
May you leave this earth to a place that knows no bounds.

Stopping to eat a bowl of 'Chili' with meat.
As I wait for someone to greet.

Will they show?
I may never know.

How many hours will I have to weep?
Nights in bed with little sleep.

How many gave their all?
For nothing at all.

Scars are merely skin deep.
Memories penetrate the core so deep.

They gave me medals while fighting for cause.
However, none of us do it for want of applause.

So long as there are those that are willing to pay.
Freedom for all is our only way in this grand country ..... USA.

We love this country more than our wife.
And will give it our all, even our life.

Remember those that serve this Memorial Day.
Life of freedom is the only way.

THANK YOU TO THOSE THAT SERVE NOW OR SERVED IN THE PAST!!!!

Written By:
Trevor Dallas-Orr
Senior Chief United States Navy

**While this was posted last Memorial Day, I felt pressed to share this again.
"All gave some, Some gave All"**

Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Warrior’s Heart


Warrior’s Heart By: 
HMCS (NAC/FMF) Trevor Dallas-Orr

Please forgive me for volunteering to go to Iraq.
I had no clue that I would almost break my back.
I did it because it was the right thing for our freedom and land.
My conscience tugged on me to go help those and offer a hand.
Was it the right thing to do for my career?
I had no clue it would leave a constant ringing in my ear.
I did not do it to be a hero to some of my friends.
Hopefully, they remember those that are now near the end.
The choice was made to defend our way of life.
Then why has the decision caused such strife?
They gave me medals to pin on my chest.
But I simply did it because I was trying my best.
Keep the fight away from my family and those I love.
Sometimes there are those that are taken from above.
We lost friends, brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers.
It was done for a cause nobler than another.
I saw the people that were smiling and give a thankful wave.
How many of them did we actually save?
We flew over them at such a great speed.
Simply trying to do another good deed.
There were those that were injured and covered in bright red.
Could we save them and keep them from the dead?
I see the images of their faces all covered in blood.
Is that why I feel like I am stuck in the mud?
I wonder why my heart aches when I see a mother cry.
Was it because her son was the one that had to die?
We live in this land of freedom taken for granted.
There are so many of them that simply chanted.
I now shed so many tears trying to avoid the pain.
Please tell me GOD… was it all in vain?
However, if I could I would do it again.
Despite the fact that it caused such a stain.




Friday, January 23, 2015

Storms of Life

When the storms of life hit, are you ready? These will undoubtedly hit, but are you prepared? Who is your Captain? Is He experienced? How much experience does your crew have? How many newbie sailors are on board with you (or is it you)? When you are sailing, there is a pre-sail checklist to do, which will also include knowing where all your safety equipment is on board the ship.
So, in your mind, allow us to take a trip...
It's a beautiful, sunny day for your first trip out. Your Captain is a strong sailor, who has sailed these seven seas all His life. He designed and built this ship, so He's aware of every nook and cranny, and has hand-picked His crew, knowing their strengths and weaknesses. He pairs you with a weathered sailor for your rookie trip out. This is a person with whom you connect immediately. You both have similar stories in your background, but he has the sailing experience you don't. As a matter of fact, he's the one who introduced you to the Captain, knowing the Captain would be good for you and would take care of you. You see, you've had a rough background, and you couldn't give a fleeting thought about anyone else in the world. Trust was a luxury you couldn't afford, but you have to eat, so you allow yourself to have maybe a 'mustard seed' size of trust in this Captain. At the very least, you can have food in your belly each day.
As the boat is cast off, there is a slight breeze, allowing the boat to sail calmly out into the ocean. The first few days are smooth, which allow your trainer to show you many different aspects of the boat, as well as the 'what to do when...' list. 
On day four, the Captain calls you to Him. The way He maneuvers the boat, allows Him to also speak with you and get to know you. The Captain has a lot of insight in the world, how it works, and He shares many stories from the past in His sailing around the world. You drink up His words and enjoy your time with Him. He allows you to soak in His stories and experiences for several days before it happens. 
You are woken up early in the morning by your trainer. There is a storm on the horizon, and the crew has to get ready and brace for it. With your heart racing, you run up on deck with the rest of the crew. You listen carefully to your trainer as he shows you how to use the radio, how to put on your lifejacket, and how to use the windward jackline. Afterward, you work with the crew to clear the deck and secure everything that could potentially move. 
As you work, you suddenly realize just how dark it is around you. Even though it is only two in the afternoon, it looks as if it is ten o'clock at night. The clouds churn above you, threatening to open up any minute. You work as fast as you can as your heart races out of control. The pounding of your heartbeat almost deafens you, while many dangerous and deadly scenarios play out in your mind.
Feeling the Captain's rough and weathered hand thump on your shoulder, you turn to look into His eyes. They are tender and calm as He gently asks, "Do you you not remember all those stories I shared with you? Do you not know Who created this vessel and Who its Captain is?"
"Yes-yes, sir," you stammer.
"Then know that I will not let anyone out of My sight until we are clear of this storm. Things will happen that will terrify you. You will see things that will freeze you in its wake. When you get scared, I only ask you to do one thing."
Remembering the stories He shared, you stand confidently, and say, "Anything You ask, sir."
He crouches down, eye level with you. "When you feel like you can't go on, when you lose sight of the security beneath you, when the storm rages so badly that you can't even see your crew mates, I ask only for you to look to Me. I will take care of you. I need you to trust in Me that I will get us through this. Without the trust of the crew for the Captain, the boat will sink. If you have to come all the way up to Me, and sit with Me at the helm, then so be it. This is your first storm. After this, your trust will multiply with each storm you go through. You will become more confident in Me as we go through each one. I have hand picked this crew, knowing their strengths and weaknesses. They will help you in areas where you are weak, and you will help them in the areas where you are strong. That's how it works. Trust them. Trust Me."
With renewed vigor, you salute Him, and say with more boldness, "I do trust you, Sir. I trust the crew you have given me as well."
Resting both His hands on your shoulders, He reminds you, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you. You are one of Mine now. You are part of My family. Trust Me."
"I will, sir, but I may make mistakes."
"You may, but  that's life and you will survive. Keep in mind that at the end of this storm, you will live again."
With that, He leaves for the helm to continue preparations. As soon as the Captain disappears, your trainer is instantly at your side, guiding and directing your steps, reminding you of what to do when situations happen, when suddenly the clouds break open.
Tossing the ship to and fro, you hold on for dear life! As the waves drop the ship below, into their cavernous depths, and propel the ship toward its peaks at mind-boggling rates of speed, terrifying would have been a calm word! It was during one of those plummets into the depths that you feel the boat tilt to the side where you are secured. With the water inches from your face, you look toward the helm and see the Captain through the window. Tears fill your eyes as you see the room glow. Pulling and tugging your way, you slip several times before you reach the helm.
Your lifeline snaps just as a hand appears before you, reaching down toward you. Before you fall into the churning seas below, you grasp His hand, holding on for dear life. 
Dangling in the air, the only thing holding you onto the ship was the hand of the Captain. "I've got you! I will never let you go!" He shouts, and pulls you to the helm with Him. "Hold onto something! We're almost through!"
You look around, panic-stricken. "How can you tell?"
With a look of peace, He gently explains, "I've been through many a storm. I have guided many through safely, and I will not give up until we are through this. I am your Captain. Trust Me."



Monday, December 8, 2014

The First Step


The First Step

It's always the first step that is the scariest. This applies to just about everything we do in life. Whether it's sending the book up to the publisher for publication, deciding to move to the house you've always wanted, accepting the job that will require more responsibility, or even in going to church (or a new church) for the first time. It's a fear of the unknown. It's leaving the comfort of what you've always done. It's taking a risk, that may bring about a great reward, but you never know until you take that first step.
I will be the first to admit that I like to see the whole plan before I make a move. However, in recent years, I have learned to have a plan, but be prepared for it to change in a heartbeat. This sometimes requires flexibility that a person like me doesn't normally enjoy.
Hebrews 11:1 tells us, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Sound familiar? While I don't normally get to see the end of the road before I take the first step, I know Who does. I know that God is the One in control, and I trust that He wants only the best for me. I am reminded of that in another of my favorite verses, Jeremiah 29:11, which says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
If you are having a hard time making a decision on whether or not to take that first step without knowing the outcome, please remember this:

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

HBS Author's Spotlight: C. J. Peterson

James Moushon was gracious enough to post an interview of me on his author spotlight. See what happens when the tables were turned on me and I was the one interviewed on:

HBS Author's Spotlight: C. J. Peterson: Today our blog puts the Spotlight on Author C. J. Peterson.

Author of The Holy Flame Trilogy: THE CALL TO DUTY; OPERATION A.N.G.E.L; and ANGELS AMONG US

As well as the Grace Restored Series: (New Release) SEASONS OF CHANGE





 'While the stories are fiction, the journey is real.'

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Heart of America

The Heart of America

It pains me to see what this great country is heading toward. As a student of history, I'm watching it repeat itself right in front of my very eyes. Our men and women in uniform are doing everything they can to prevent it, but it seems to be taking off like a runaway freight train. Can it be stopped? Can the destruction and division be repaired?
Now, I'm not a conspiracy theorist by any stretch of the imagination. As a matter of fact, I'm probably one of the least knowledgeable people when it comes to politics. If it didn't immediately effect me, I wanted noting to do with it. However, in recent years, the analyst in my mind started to notice something strange happening to my America. While there were divisions, there was not a start black and while division. While people generally got along, there were not out and out fights and arguments regarding religion, beliefs, or how someone chose to live their life - people were FREE to do as they chose.
Today, we stand as a country divided. It reminds me of Matthew 12:25, which says, "Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand."
The word FLAG in the below acrostic is the best way I can explain how I feel about my flag. It stands for FREEDOM, LOVE/LIBERTIES, ALLEGIANCE/AMERICA, and OLD GLORY/GRAND/& GOD. Where is our America? Does your flag fly proudly? Are your prayers with those who are fighting for freedom - not only for those in whose country they are fighting in, but for those they left behind. They fight for 
FREEDOM.



BLACK AS TAR

BLACK AS TAR by:
HMCS (NAC/FMF)Trevor Dallas-Orr
I lie in bed trying to sleep at night
But the visions of war make me weep and fight
I can't seem to wash the blood of my hand
Despite the fact that we were protecting our land
My memories filled with war and pain
Makes me want to hide my face in shame
There is no way to describe the rage
That I try to write and put on the page
The sky filled with smoke as black as tar
Dunes in sight for many miles so far
Flying through the blistering heat of day
Praying for peace and comfort some way
Providing treatment for the injured people
As we fly as low as a church's steeple
Landing in the midst of a fight in a cloud of dust
There is no way to treat the injury but I must
Training doesn't even begin to prepare me for what I see
There is nothing that even comes close to the carnage to be
Bandages soaked dark and red
Applying pressure to a wound of the leg
A wound to the chest and head make me ponder
This is really no hope but I wonder
As the soldier screams for relief of pain
He cries out in sorrow and even begs in vain
"Mommy please help" is what he screams
Now visions of that has replaced my dreams
I pray to GOD to welcome this hero who gave his life
Please forgive him of his sins and comfort his wife
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