Proud To Be An American

It seems that more and more events are happening all over the world that make me more and more thankful that I am an American. My gratitude for this great country grew profoundly while I was a missionary living in Spain. I love Spain and I love everything about it. That being said, I am grateful that I was born here. I remember thinking that I would fall to my knees and kiss the American soil the minute I was back here because I loved and missed my country so much. I was so proud to be an American. It would bring tears to my eyes and pride to my heart when I saw the American flag and I thought about home. As I think back on those days, my eyes are flooded with tears again. Now my love for country is even stronger, my pride more abundant and my understanding of the sacrifices it takes to maintain this great land even deeper. Mine is such a small price to pay to live here and be free. I am grateful to my brave husband for being willing to serve our country. It's so common to say that we are grateful for the men and women who fight to protect our freedom. It's another thing to really think of what that means. To think of and truly see what life is like outside the US. Europe is in no way the same as the Middle East, and I cannot even begin to imagine what it's like to live there.

I thank my lucky stars,
to be livin here today.
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom,
and they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American,
where at least I know I'm free.
And I won't forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
'Casue there ain't no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA.

~My heart is full of gratitude~