4th of July Kind of Day

When I think of the absolute best I ever felt in my life, it would have been the 4th of July as a very little boy. I have a distinct memory of getting up on the 4th of July, when I was very young, being filled with expectation and excitement.

Back in those days, we prepared for the 4th weeks in advance. A family down the street had a 4th of July Stand where they sold caps, and legal fireworks. My sister, brother and I started buying stuff well in advance for the big day.

We also had in those days grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends and a slew of cousins and other kids who would all come to our home for a huge picnic. The kids were pretty much on our own that day to enjoy all the cold soft drinks, shoot off our fireworks and have the buzz of excitement of all those people being together. The day was capped off by the local firework display.

Yesterday, I was reminded of those boyhood memories and feelings. Pretty much all day, I was visited by those same absolutely wonderful feelings. No, we weren’t having a family picnic or shooting off fireworks. In fact, it really wasn’t based on anything I was doing that was outside of me, though I did some pretty fun stuff. I really believe it was a gift as a result of the work I’ve done the last 75 days on getting my insides right.

I look forward to more days like yesterday.

And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For Saturday
Saturday in the park
You’d think it was the Fourth of July!



About Scott Ranck

Enjoying life with my wife Gayle and our Yorkie, Zoe boy. I've come to believe life begins when through brokenness I can embrace it fully and openly. I've learned the human drama is an adventure and all of us are made of the same stuff. The Lord is the only being who knows me fully and he has an individual educational plan of life long learning for me and I'm enrolled. This blog is all about what I'm learning.
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