July 4th - A Love Story

Life is about destiny. Our country was predestined too. It rode its own tide, unsure of where it would land. But in its innocence was the purest of fate.

July 4th is a special holiday around our home. It is a day of love stories about my husband and I, but for my country too.

My love for America is one that will never end. A connection so deep, there is an unearthing of my soul at the very idea of its loss. It is a love born through open eyes. It flourishes when set free. It conquers evil to defends its roots, and lays peaceful when God is at work. My love for my country is not my own. Which makes me love it even more. It rushes through veins of open land. Gifting homes with possibility. Granting man liberty to dream.

Some may not believe she is thriving. Or that that freedoms writhe within her soil. But in my America, she has never been so full of possibility - Because I believe. In her. In who she was. In who she wants to be. A country of her children wishing for one thing. To be the lift within her wings. To be filled by the air she breathes - that fills her lungs and makes her want to sing.

So I will love her this Fourth like I have never loved her before. Dancing to the rhythm of her heart beneath my feet. And thank her for withstanding the burdens that have been placed within her soul.

Fourth of July is a day to fall in love with our country - all over again. As we all have grown, and our faces have changed, the essence of goodness is always the same. And there stands a greater love than could ever be before.