Mom, to my knowledge, only went to one Celebration of Freedom, and that was on a visit she and my dad made to Bolivar back in 1996. (They eventually moved here in 1998). But wouldn't you know it, that one attendance was forever marked by her picture in the Bolivar Herald Free Press. I hadn't seen the picture in years, but thought of it this year because, well, because, my mom lives with me now.
On July 4, 2012, she's on hospice. On July 4, 1996, she felt like sitting out in the heat and celebrating with the rest of us.
|That's "Shelley" and "Munford"|
The truth that I always run to is found in 2 Corinthians 4:16-17. I've committed this to memory, and I encourage you to too. When you start noticing those inevitable aches and creaks (as I have), you can remind yourself of what's really real. Your creator put these words down in his book to give us hope.
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Now, with all that said, tonight, I'll ooh and ahhh as some glorious fireworks explode in the night sky. That is good and right and fun!
And tonight, I also have the hope of eternal glory that far outweighs anything I've ever seen, heard, felt or experienced on this earth.
That is good and right and the biggest fun ever!