The ramblings of a woman on the downslide of life who hopes to get it all straight in her own head.
There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.
Friday, July 4, 2014
My dad was a very patriotic guy. His love for this country was only out done by his love for his family and his God. It grieved him terribly to witness the imminent demise of the land that he loved. The increasing prevalence of ungodly and immoral ideas and institutions that have infected this country cut him as deeply as would the loss of faith in God by any of his children. It was faith in God and belief in his sovereignty over all that built this nation and it is the loss of this faith and belief that has rung the death knell of all that my father held dear.
Today my husband and I will salute the flag that daddy loved, raise it high above the home that he founded and pray both for him and the land that he loved so much.