PRAISING GOD FOR AMERICA

I gotta say that the Fourth of July probably isn't my favorite holiday. I'm thinking this is because it involves BBQs and because I don't eat meat. There's always that awkward moment when I slap my veggie dogs onto the grill. I'm also not a big fan of picnics. I love all the food at picnics but that's really where it ends.

My sister lives in England now and when I spoke with her this weekend, she shared with me that her daughters wanted to have watermelon and hotdogs for dinner in honor of America's Independence Day. But getting watermelon in a tiny English town like my sister's would be a feat. And she tells me that hotdogs are typically sold in cans or jars.

Eish.

And this is what got me thinking. I really am blessed to have been born in America and I'm blessed to be living here now instead of in a place that sells hotdogs in cans (I mean, even though I don't eat hot dogs, this is still, plainly WRONG). God, I love America and I thank you for,

Apple Pie
Jimi Hendrix
Diet Coke
Martin Luther King
Duke Ellington
Frank Lloyd Wright
John Steinbeck
Denny's
International House of Pancakes
San Francisco
The Colorado Rockies
The Redwood Forests
Biscuits
My freedom
My rights as a woman

Amen!