We’re taking the day off, of course.
We’ll swim today. It’s hot here in Southern California.
Later we’re meeting some other families to share food and a picnic at our local lake.
We’ll wait until the sun has set and we’ll all watch the fireworks together.
Just a typical family celebrating a typical 4th of July.
With one small exception.
When I typically watch 4th of July fireworks, I pray. And I cry.
I know. That sounds so odd doesn’t it?
I am grateful to God. Oh, so grateful.
I’m grateful that this country took us in when we were wide-eyed, traumatized Cuban refugees.
I’m grateful and proud to call America my home.
I’m grateful for the freedom we’ve been afforded here. Something I will never take for granted.
I am grateful for my big, fat, Cuban family and my English husband and my Cuban-American kids, and my wonderful friends.
Those things will run through my mind as I’m watching fireworks.
And so I will pray to God and thank Him for it all.
And I will know I’ve connected with Him when the tears sting my eyes.
I am grateful to a living God who has a plan for my life and for this country.
So this 4th of July, I will be the uber-geeky, proud and happy Cuban-American celebrating my independence, who weeps while watching the fireworks. (sigh)
And, okay, I might be embarrassed for a moment, but I’ll get over it right away. 😉