Thursday, July 8, 2010
Like most Americans we spent the Fourth of July with friends and fireworks. As holidays are, feelings were ambivalent.
As we drove past a cemetery a row of tiny American flags caught my eye. A young woman apparently had decorated the grave of a loved one with them. She sat quietly and lost in her thoughts.
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land
II Chronicles 7:14