Me and My Flag!

     Me and my flag?  Well, it really isn't my flag, but let me tell you about it.  Each area at the girls camp has its very own flagpole.  For a week or so when we first came up on the mountain, our flag pole in our missionary park  was empty and bare.  No flag.  That just wasn't right.  So . . . I went down to the maintenance building and asked for a flag.  They did not have one handy, but said they would find one.  That evening, up raced an ATV with a Sister on it, with a flag.  I was so excited!  All my life I have loved the flag and have always loved flag ceremonies and saying the pledge of allegiance.  Now I had my very own flag, to put up on the flag pole just in front of where we were camped.
     Now each morning the first thing I do is slip on some pants, a sweatshirt, some shoes, take the flag, and I walk in the early morning air to the flag pole and I put up the flag.  I love this time alone with "my flag". I love clipping the flag to the rope, careful to make sure the blue and the stars are at the top.   I enjoy raising it and seeing it unfold and furl out into the wind.  After it is up and snugged into place, I step back and  do my very own private pledge of allegiance,  just me and my flag. 

     During the day I always look up to see if it is there, waving in the air, and it is. In the evening, just at dusk, I once again go to the flag pole and take it down.  I then take it in and Steve and I fold it and place it where it will wait until it has the chance to fly from the top of the pole the next morning. 
      Heavenly Father helped create our country and government, and this flag just reminds me of His love for me and for all of us.   I am so thankful for this opportunity to love and show respect for "my flag", and  of this special time to be  just  "Me and My Flag!"