Sunday, September 8, 2013

Honoring A Life: PFC James Fleet McClamrock

Hello everybody! This weekend was quite eventful and emotional. Yesterday, I honored and remembered my hero, PFJ James F. McClamrock. Who is that, you ask? James was my husband. He was killed September 7, 2010 in Iraq. Every year on the anniversary of his death (or as close to it as possible) I get away to the mountains with my in-laws for the weekend. We play games, laugh, support each other, and most of all share our memories of our time together with James. 
I tell you this, not because I want sympathy, but because I want everyone to realize the price of freedom. It's not free. People make sacrifices every day for you and I, and if you haven't thanked them lately, you should! God took James from me and I'll never understand why, but through his death I've had the unique opportunity to share his (and my) faith to many people who might never have heard of Jesus' love and grace. God has blessed me with yet another family, the men in James' Army unit. My "battle buddies." 

I've also grown closer to God in my spiritual life through this event. No one can prepare themselves for the loss of a husband. It's not something I would wish on even my worst enemy. I stumbled blindly through at least the entire month of September. You know who never left my side? Our precious Lord. For a while there, I think he was carrying me. He surrounded me with his love and strength and helped me put one foot in front of the other. He's given me wonderful friends and a great family. He's also taught me to love again. I don't know where I would be without my fiance, he's been such a huge support and source of strength to me. And I love that he loves me, despite my "baggage." He has never once asked me to denounce my relationship with my in-laws. In fact, he encourages me to keep in touch with them. He is a strong man, and he will never know how much he truly means to me.

Well, I sat down to write a book review and ended up writing a journal entry instead. I guess God had other plans for me tonight. I felt this on my heart, so I'm going to share it. Never let anyone tell you God isn't real. If he wasn't real, I never would have made it through such a tragic loss. 

"He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13
"Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest." Joshua 1:9


  1. Oh, wow, Shannah. I am so sorry for your loss. What an amazing legacy he left behind in you and your ability to share his story.

    Thank you for sharing his and your story.

    1. Hi Kate,
      I'm glad you took the time to read it. There is so much more I could have written, but I decided just to write what was on my heart and mind at the moment.

  2. Isn't it amazing how God can turn the bad in our lives into good? I am sorry for the loss of your husband; I can imagine how hard it is for you. It's great, though, how you've chosen to stick with God and allow Him to help you through your pain. It's an awesome testimony. :-)

    1. It amazes me every day. God has been so good in my life, and I couldn't do it without Him. Even after all I've been through, I can truly say I've been blessed!