Persistence – the act of being obstinately repetitious, insistent, or tenacious; holding firmly and steadfastly to a purpose, state, or undertaking despite obstacles, warnings, or setbacks; continuing in existence.
Today we visited Point Park on top of Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I was struck with a deep sense of awe as we roamed the park. I could sense the persistence the soldiers demonstrated as they fought for their cause. I took a stroll along the paths that descended to the lower areas of the park. Along the path I saw out of the corner of my eye a plant embedded in the rock. I almost moved on past but I stopped to take a closer look. I took a second look. What caught my attention? The plant’s persistence. It held firmly and steadfastly to its purpose despite the rock just like the persistence of the soldiers.
Today my blogger friend Terry posted the following on his blog Ignoring The Barking Dog
The very act of stopping and enjoying the beauty of a sunrise seems to give me a sense of peace, and upon further reflection, a sense of gratitude.
While Terry wrote this in the context of watching a sunrise, his words echoed the sentiment of what I felt as I walked through the park. The very act of taking time to reflect on the persistence of the soldiers, many of whom gave their lives for their cause.
Sunday we head each to our home in Blue Ridge. We will stop at Fort Oglethorpe where we will visit Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park. Then a short stop in Dalton before we get back to the farm. Our vacation is coming to an end.
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