God Bless America

We had a great patriotic service at church Sunday morning. Everything was decorated in red, white, and blue. The older kids marched in carrying the flag with the pre-schoolers in tow behind waving little hand flags. Our choir sang a medley of patriotic favorites and we all joined in. It really was quite moving.

I looked at those little children and wondered what the world would be like for them twenty years from now. It was a serious thought at the moment and one that made me cry. I imagine others were harboring thoughts of their own and maybe a few tears sprung forth, none of us knowing what had moved the other.

It's odd (maybe not the right word) how we can be so sad and at the same time be so joyous, and we were joyous. Joyous that we could worship our Lord and celebrate our nation under the same roof without any threats. We were joyous that our little children were dressed well, looked like they had been fed well, and were in a safe, loving environment. We were joyous to know that our prayers for our nation will not go unanswered.

God will continue to bless America in His way and in His time. But we must never stop asking Him to do so.

God, bless America . . . please.