Today we had a Real Life Hero come walking down my street. He wasn't in red spandex. He didn't fly through the air. He just came home in his parent's car.

We didn't have much notice and it was only by accident that we knew in advance he was coming. So, we did what we do when our Heroes come home.

We lined his street with flags. I got to help. I got teary-eyed, I always do when I think about these Heroes. They don't consider themselves as such, but they are.

Our Hero had been shot and gets to come home for a few weeks to finish recovering and then back again to the war.

We love and respect our Heroes around here. We always put a few flags out for them when they come home.

We want them to know we are thinking about them, praying for their safety, and begging the Lord to let them come home in one piece and not in a box.

Our Hero's Mother called me tonight to thank us for putting the flags out. Her Hero had made her promise not to tell people he was coming home since he'll be leaving again and he's only home to recover. He doesn't realize how happy we all are to have him home safe and sound, even if only for two weeks.

But as they pulled into the neighborhood while we were putting up the few final flags he asked his Mom, "What? Is it Super-President's Day or something?" And then he grinned. She was just so happy that flags had been put out even though hardly anyone knew he was coming home. Thank goodness for small towns!

Thank you to all our Military Folk. We love you and pray for you!