I'm mom to Jai, Wes, and my soldier Dale, grandma to Madison, Slayd, and Reese, with a granddaughter due in May, and wife to Paul.

I come from a strong military background...great-grandfather, grandfather, dad, 4 brothers all served, and I am an Army veteran myself.

I got into scrapping when Madison was a year old and haven't stopped since.

I am now trying my hand at digital designing, so please visit my blog at the link below!

LPrince Designs

I'm now an independent Longaberger consultant! Shop with me 24/7!!!

www.longaberger.com/loriprince

The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true? ' The soldier squared his shoulders, and said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand.' There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. 'Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.