It’s the morning of Memorial Day.  We don’t have big plans today, but that’s exactly the kind of holiday we need.  We made pancakes.  We hung a flag.  Cory will be finishing up our porch, and we’ll hit the good playground after dinner.

I have complicated feelings surrounding military action.  It’s a somber sort of thing.  I hate the thought of war, of combat, of families separated–sometimes forever.  Yet, I feel thankful for men and women who are willing to give their lives if necessary.  I respect them even when I hesitate to celebrate the work that they must do.  I pray that God’s will washes over our nation, makes our missions pure, and our actions selfless.  To that, I can raise my flag and give thanks for the men and women who died in service and those who are still willing to serve today.