Since 11:15 isn't our usual church service we decided to let the kids sit with us, instead of going to Sunday School with a different group of kids than usual. They enjoyed the sounds of the band, but five-year old *C* was fidgeting from the get-go. He can't sit still, and I even had to ask him at one point to get out of under our pew while we sang.
So five-minutes into the sermon he declared he had to go to the bathroom, no real surprise. He and I snuck out and as I stood in the main corridor outside of the restroom I noticed a bulletin board. There were about a dozen service-members in uniform. Some in their photo alone, some surrounded by family, some professional, others candid. To the right was the US Flag in a flag-box with a plaque. It had been flown in Afghanistan and was sent to the church as a Thank You for our service-member support.
There I stood. In the church corridor. Not with the congregation. Disappointed a moment earlier that I was missing the message from our pastor. Then I heard my own little message. Pray. And I did. For each of those service-members. Each one loved by a family member in my church. Each one serving our nation.

- Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com
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