Do you celebrate freedom and celebrate life?

Anticipation grew as Randy and Roberta prepared to hoist the American flag on the 20′ flag pole in my front flower bed. I had dreamed of this moment for some years; always longing as I saw a neighbor’s flag waving in the breeze.

I am thankful to have been born in America. I love our country. I want to celebrate and honor those whose lives have paid dearly for our rights. I want to be reminded that it is God that ultimately provides the freedoms we enjoy as a nation.

It is true, our beloved country is a mess right now. Major health issues, riots, murders, language spoken and written not fit to hear. Yes, it is!

By the way, I’m a mess, too! Just like America, I’m not perfect either.

I’ve said things I should not say. Done things very unbecoming of a child of the King. And, my thoughts … well, we won’t even open that can of worms!

Sometimes faith gives way to casting blame, judging others, demanding my voice be heard.

Still, daily I celebrate the One who paid for my freedom. Jesus Christ paid the ultimate sacrifice. No matter what happens to my world, I can know beyond a shadow of a doubt I have a forever home, secure for all eternity.

So, as my flag waves in the breeze above my roof, I pause to thank God I have a roof. I thank God for every tree and flower; every deer and turkey and wild creature that wanders across our hills. (Well, maybe not every creature!) I have freedom to make choices and a Loving Father to love, forgive, and guide me when those choices are wrong.

And, I pray that for you as well. Never get caught up in the world’s fears and turmoil. Trust God. He is at work. He loves you with a love you cannot comprehend.

If you do not have that peace, please drop me a private note; we can talk about it.