God Bless America
We are wrapping up a marvelously long weekend of Independence Day fun.
When my firstborn dove for a ball in the shadow of the flag that waved proudly above the baseball field, I echoed Thank You.
We’ve enjoyed, cheerful parades, colorful fireworks, and family-packed barbecues. And my heart is ablaze with GRATITUDE.
When my children curled up on Grandma’s lawn with freshly popped popcorn and gasped with glee as the fireworks turned the velvet night into an artist’s dream, I breathed a sacred THANK YOU.
As my full-of-life wonderers danced unabashed to the rhythm of the happy parade and splashed in the refreshing waters of the firemen’s spouting hose, I whispered THANK YOU.
When my firstborn dove for a ball in the shadow of the flag that waved proudly above the baseball field, I echoed Thank You. Thank you for a country where my children can be
children.
children.
And thank you to the mother whose child shed blood so mine could live. May we never take freedom for granted.
God Bless America!
