I was listening to a few stories the other days of people who have actually crossed the border to make it to America. They describe the days before crossing the border, the immense fear they felt as they got closer and the few days (for some hours) until they were allowed to walk across a bridge and make it to our lands. One vivid description that they tell is the point where they get to the actually borderline and see the words “Welcome to America”. They tell how when they saw those words one of them became speechless and the other wanted to cry. Then they heard the words spoken by the guard as they made it through, “Welcome to America,” and despite the hard aches, despite the fears, despite the memories both good and bad they were leaving behind they knew that those words meant they would be able to have a new life here, a better one, a free one. As they narrated their stories and water filled their eyes, I could not help but feel a sense of compassion, a sense of love and admiration for them. They left everything behind, all they held dear because they knew if they made it passed that border all would be well. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking of the people who make it to our shores wanting a better life. I couldn’t sleep thinking of how much I loved my kids and what I would do if things got so bad here in America causing them to flee elsewhere, and I couldn’t sleep because of the overwhelming gratitude I felt that God would allow me to be born in such a wonderful country, and be able to meet such AMAZING people! People who actually remind us what it is to be in America: the home of the brave and the land of the free. I wish I could take these kids with me and introduce them to everyone I know, and allow them to share their stories. It has been such a blessing in my life. Hearing, visualizing and being part of something so grand is a true blessing.
As I listened to them I could not help but think of Noemi and Ruth who stood by each other even in the roughest of times, who ventured together for the sake of both their lives, and who were eventually compensated for all their troubles once Ruth caught the eye of Boaz. It is a great thing to believe in hope. The bible says that even after all else fails, our faith should not fail, it should remain strong and if we do not grow weary we will see the Welcoming sign of Jesus Christ. To live with such hope is an amazing thing, to walk in such faith is even better. Bad times will come, resources might be scarce, we may lose people we love along the way, but at the end, good always prevails, at the end we can cross our borders and make it to the other side of the street, the mountain, the bridge and know we are in a better place.
…. So, as life carries you along this journey always count your blessings, never lose hope and remember that you are in America, a land of opportunities, a land of chances, a land of hope. It may not be a perfect land, we may have a lot to go or fix, but at the end we are here on the other side of that line and we should be grateful for that. I can talk forever about the many stories I have heard in my life time in regards to people coming to America to look for and seek out a better life, but I will leave it for another chat.
Today, I want to take a minute to thank you for reading my blogs every week. I want to thank God for allowing me to be in a country where I can write them, and I want to thank all the people who have pushed me to live, walk in, and create the American dream! We are in America, my sweet readers, and while it may not be perfect, it is a land still sought after. So, as you make it through your week, be grateful for this great country and enjoy your journey!! After all you only live once, so live it gracefully!
Until next Week,