Posted by on Jul 4, 2011 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

It is the 4th of July today and I am sitting on my porch. I’m trying to enjoy a bit of the day before heading back down to SC to work. Yes, I get to work tonight. Someone has to be there to take care of those patients and it’s my turn. The upside is that there is always extra food around the hospital on holidays. . . because we bring it. If we are going to work a holiday, we are going to eat well. That seems to be the nurses’ motto.

As I sat here I was remembering some of the 4th of July happenings from my past. I don’t remember that we had a particular tradition at our house when I was a kid, except we always got a box of sparklers. That was the highlight for us! Sometimes we were somewhere where there was a parade, sometimes we just put a flag out.

I remember one of the first times I went to see Grandpa and Grandma Jones as an adult, without a parent was for the 4th of July. We went over to the park by the hospital and sat with Gregg, Stephanie, and some little kids (who are now adults) and watched the fireworks.

When we lived in Scottsbluff we went to my Uncle Tom’s house and sat and watched the Morrill fireworks from the vantage of their hill. It was so cold we had to have jackets on.

For several years, I made an annual trip to Littleton, Colorado to spend the 4th of July with Vonda. We would go to her church picnic, then sit on her little porch/deck and watch the fireworks from the city while listening to great marches on the radio.

I have photos at home from a really awesome 4th of July. It was 2003 and my sister and brother-in-law invited the church and family out to their place at Nemo, SD for an old-fashioned 4th. The kids all got dressed up and painted their faces and we had a boat race in the creek. I think I got really wet. I have an amazing picture of the kids all posed with arms all akimbo in front of the Campground Sign near their house. I have several classic photos from that day.

In 2006, on the 4th of July a child was born. My oldest niece got her biggest wish. . . a little sister. That day in history Katie was born. Her Daddy was so proud his little girl was born on Independence Day. She is a joyful energetic bundle and I wish I could give her a hug right now.

Yesterday in church the Pastor handed out Kennedy bicentennial half-dollar coins. As I looked at it several thoughts went through my head. First, I remembered Vonda, MY baby sister. She is a bicentennial kid. This led me to the mathematical conclusion that it is only 15 years until our country will be 250 years old. That’s old, I thought. Then I thought about the other countries in this world and I thought, that’s young.

Then I thought, I hope our country will still be the independent country it is. Will God have mercy on us? We aren’t what we were when I was a kid, that’s for sure.

The Pastor’s message was this. . . WAKE UP AMERICA. We all have memories of wonderful summer days celebrating the birth of our nation. If we want the children to have them too, we must, we have to WAKE UP and DO SOMETHING!

II Chronicles 7:14  If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.