Posted on Jun 30, 2016 | 0 comments

Yes, it is almost July 4th and we are fast approaching a national holiday to remember what the founding fathers put in place for our beloved country. According to wikipedia:

Independence Day of the United States, also referred to as the Fourth of July or July Fourth in the U.S., is a federal holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, by the Continental Congress declaring that the thirteen American colonies regarded themselves as a new nation, the United States of America, and no longer part of the British Empire.

Independence Day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, family reunions, and political speeches and ceremonies, in addition to various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. Independence Day is the National Day of the United States.

Well, that pretty much sums it up I guess.  Although the childhood memories that are stored in my 4hhopechest of dreams seems so much bigger than those two paragraphs! The ear shattering bombs of a myriad of fireworks, the senses sorting out the mingling of all the aromas from the kitchen, the million different conversations going on all at once and the kids running and screaming and crying and laughing all at the same time….oh to be a child again amongst a safe and loving family! What a grand time that was – childhood. Pulling out a few of the favorite memories, grandpa used to put one of those old fashioned wheels on a big ole oak tree and there were a zillion places that would ‘light up’ and the wheel would go round and round and round shooting out little fireworks and lights and smoke. The kids went wild. Ahhhhh…..the good old days. Uncle Gene would grab each kid and give their arm the “Indian Hair Rub” … I hate that truth be known! But he really thought it was funny for some reason….maybe he didn’t really like kids … mmm.

Grandma and all the aunts would be busy in the kitchen – making more food than probably a whole army could eat…so many leftovers! But boy could they cook – so delicious – I can still smell the blackberry cobbler and my mouth waters for those homemade dumplings! Mom would be keeping a careful watch on the little ones (and I’m betting on the older ones as well!) so they didn’t get too close to the fireworks table and dad and all the men … well, someone should have been keeping an eye on them too! What a grand time we had.

Then time went by and the ‘little ones’ grew up and had families of their own. Many things don’t change though … the ‘men’ still act like overgrown kids only now they could really let loose! Moms still kept a wary eye on little ones and grown ones alike, and still there is an abundance of food. Only the faces have changed…some not with us any longer, and some are getting just a bit older. As my own boys were growing up we had quite the adventures during this time of the year. Family was pretty scattered all over the country, so we usually had an outing with close friends. But that didn’t damper much of the fireworks! Probably one of the biggest memories of when the boys were young was the time our oldest, Jim, was about 9 or 10 … and we were sitting at friends house on the front lawn watching the ‘men’ light the fireworks. Seems like somehow number one son had a paper bag of fireworks (not sure how I would allow that) and one ‘accidentally’ got lit. You should have seen that youngun hightail it down the street! He later in life got his pyro license – or whatever you call it and put on shows for half the county… I still held my breath and prayed for it to be over. Yeah, that’s what moms do.

Yes, we had some wonderful times, and memories But, seriously, this is a time of reflection (as with all holidays) and to be honest, it feels as if this is a time when prayer is very much needed in our country. Our world as we know it seems on the brink of a drastic change. The last 10 years there have been slowly spiraling downward and today we face weekly, if not daily, catastrophic and horrendous of bombings, murders and deaths of the innocent. No, our country is not the same place as it was 50 years ago….40 years ago…even 20 years ago. And that’s a shame. The silent majority has allowed the powers that be to whittle the backbone of what America used to stand for down to a nubbin. Will the coming election change anything? I’m sure it will – one way or the other – we will have to see. Until then, those who trust in the Elohim (God) of Abraham, Issac and Jacob need to get on their knees, nay on their faces and beseech the mercy and grace 0f He who knows all!

prayerIt is time for all believers to wake up and pray for our leaders, to beseech our God to look kindly and favor His children living in this land. The land of the free……and the brave. We need to look back at what was and know that it can be…again. If our prayers are heard, if we cry out for the healing of our land and put Him back into our lives, then our children will be able to walk safely in their own neighborhood once again. We will be able to board planes and mingle in shopping malls without the fear of being harmed and we will stop looking over our shoulder. So don’t stop being vigilant, do what needs to be done. But I urge you, please, get on your knees and seek His face.

~Pam~

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