I guess it has been a while since I’ve really and truly made a post- we can’t really count the two previous ones, now can we? Posts with cell-phone pictures…I don’t think so! ;)

I am writing now because of the random person that I am- right now I am in the midst of a major house cleaning mission…complete with rag tied around my hair and loud music. It is the music that triggered this post. I was listening to one of Zack’s CD mixes that I helped him make in NC…and a song that was very applicable to us when Jason was deployed started playing. Well it is pretty real for us again- even more so in some ways. One particular line took me back to the day that dad left to return overseas again.

  That line is “…keep that American flag in our yard flying.”

 We don’t actually have a flag flying in our yard, but mom had bought a flag sometime last month, the kind with a pole that normally sticks into a holder (like you would put on your porch.) The evening that dad left Uriah latched right onto that flag, I have no idea why but he just loved it. He was playing with the camera, and made dad sit on the fireplace holding the flag so he could take a picture of him. And then we went outside and he made us all walk single file behind him out to the truck, where we would say goodbye. He was incredibly determined about it all, and held it up so proudly. It was definitely something rather unusual to do (and we were grateful that our house is so secluded. ::wink::) But it was very important to him, you could tell. He kept his chin up the entire time and didn’t cry a bit. He even began to run around the yard with his flag flying high- I remember thinking to myself “I am so glad that he is so oblivious”…

  Then he went and sat on the fence that mom has by her garden and watched dad get in the truck, and drive off down the driveway. It is then that I realized that he is not oblivious, but a very strong little boy. He sat on that fence gripping his flag with tears streaming down his face as he watched dad drive away.

So, there was an American flag in our yard flying that day.

Uriah was flying it for us.

This is a random shot of my reflection in a mud puddle... ;)

There you go changing my plans again
There you go shifting my sands again
For reasons I don't understand again
Lately I don't have a clue
Just when I start liking what I see
There you go changing my scenery
I never know where you're taking me
But I'm trying just to follow you

 

Chorus:
It's out of my hands
It's out of my reach
It's over my head
And it's out of my league
There's too many things
That I don't understand
So it's into your will
And it's out of my hands

 

There you go healing these scars again
Showing me right where you are again
I'm helpless, and thats where I start again
I'm giving it all up to you

Bridge:
Move me, make me
Choose me, change me
Send me, shake me
Find me, remind me
The past is behind me
Take it all away
Take it all from me, I pray

-The Lord brought these lyrics to my attention in March,

and this song has continued to be a resounding

"theme song" in my life ever since...