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Topic: Yellow (11/12/09)
TITLE: Hope, In Yellow
By Mark Bell
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No amount of cajoling or pleading gained any more information from her. So, here he was, driving through the early darkness of evening, following the directions she had given before her curious remark.
Lewis was on leave. He was tired, but too excited to sleep. It had been a long plane trip home. He knew before he left the base that his fiance had moved in with her family, and then they had moved to a new house. Now he was trying to find her. He hadn't even been home to see his folks, yet. For Lewis, Carla was more important.
Lewis slowed, consulted the piece of paper, checked the street sign, and turned left.
Six yellows...six yellow what, he wondered for the thousandth time.
The only reason they weren't married already was his deployment. They had agreed to wait. It had been an agonizing decision for both of them. He didn't know what Carla had gone through, but Lewis had caught some razzing from his buddies early on. He found out later, he had their respect for sticking to his beliefs and his decision.
Lewis slowed again, checked another street sign, and turned right.
"Dear, God," he muttered to himself. "They are living way out in the boonies now. So, will You tell me what six yellows am I looking for?"
It was a constant prayer since he had heard Carla say those words. He still had no answer. He figured it would be obvious when he saw it. He hoped God was kind enough to give him the insight to recognize it.
He smiled as he looked at her photo again. There was still just enough light to see it. It was the same picture he kept in his helmet back in the desert. It was his reminder of home when he was there. Now, it was a reminder of his buddies back there. His buddies had, eventually, respected his beliefs about marriage and God. They listened when he spoke—even if they didn't agree with what he believed. They listened, because he listened to them.
The street he was on was coming to an end. But, there was a turn right before the dead end. He turned left again. Gasped, and stopped.
Directly in front of him was a house. In the yard were six flood lights. Each Flood light was focused on a tree. On each of those six trees was a massive yellow ribbon. Beneath the ribbons, stretched between the trees, was a banner that read:
“Pray until they all come home safely.”
Lewis looked at the six yellow ribbons. And cried.
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