As we watched the video I saw pictures of soldiers and footage of men coming home from war. I saw endless rows of Arlington gravestones. I saw veterans saluting the flag with unbridled respect and pride.
And all I wanted to do was cry. Chill bumps rose on my arms and inside my chest my heart just swelled.
I always get this way around the fourth. When I listen to the patriotic songs. When I watch the Patriot or read a WWII novel. I get this way when I see veterans honored and the flag waving so beautiful in a patch of golden light.
Part of me feels silly but shouldn’t it be this way? Inside every American chest shouldn’t a tender heart beat proud and strong for the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Because here’s the thing: If we aren’t moved with love and pride for our country we won’t be moved to protect and defend her.
There is a lot happening in our nation today that saddens me and breaks my heart but there is also so much for which I am grateful, for which I am proud. And I’ll be damned if I’m not willingly to protect what makes our nation great, what makes me love this land.
This Fourth of July, it’s easy to be discouraged, it’s tempting to lose hope. And while I don’t have the answers about our country and her future, I do know the first step in fighting for, protecting, and preserving the country we love is falling in love with our country all over again.
Then make a move for the country you love.
Watch a movie.
Listen to a song.
Read a book about our history.
Talk to a veteran.
Visit a war memorial cemetery.
Hit your knees and pray.
And take that pride that burns in your belly and do something. Stand up for what you believe in. Be the difference. Make the change.
The Fourth of July comes once a year but the American spirit, in its essence, cannot expire.
Be moved. Then move.
Because that flag…
Oh, that flag.