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.