Tag: American identity

Happy Fourth of July, 2024

So, here we are another Fourth of July.

To some people this day means going to the beach and drinking beer and watching fireworks.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

After all, we are Americans and we have the right to choose what we want to do.

We have the right to be who we want to be.

We have the right to speak our minds and to protect ourselves and those whom we love.

Over the course of a few years some factions of society have criticized the American way of life.

But, this being the United States, they have the right to voice their opinions.

As I have the right as an American to voice my opinion.

I love this land called the United States. It is my home. I have no other country in this world I can go back to. There is nowhere for me to return to. This is it. In researching my family history I traced my first English ancestor having arrived from Yorkshire, England in around 1630. Others arrived at varying years in the early 1700s from Austria, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales.

So, I guess Europe is my ancestral home. I have visited the Republic of Ireland and I found it a most beautiful land.

But, it is not my home.

I am not European.

I am an American.

So, I celebrate the Fourth of July as a time of reflecting on what it means to live in a free land guaranteed by our United States Constitution and our Declaration of Independence.

I am an American.

I love this land that is my home.

Happy Fourth of July, 2024!

Copyright 2024 Jenny W. Andrews

May God Have Mercy on the USA

This is the flag of my country, the United States of America.

I love it because of the freedoms that have been guaranteed to me as expressed in the United States Constitution.

Most importantly, this country is my home. It is in my blood. For hundreds of years and through different wars, my people have fought and spilled blood for the freedoms that I enjoy in this land.

I am an American. I have no other country that I can call home nor did my parents, grandparents, great grandparents, great-great grandparents, great-great-great grandparents, have any other land they could call home. This land is all that I have. It is woven into the very tapestry of my blood, soul and self-identity. I am an American.

I am very saddened by the state of my beloved land at this moment.

I am urgently requesting that we all turn our eyes toward God and beg Him to heal our wounds, to give us the wisdom to remember that we are a human family that should work together rather than fight and destroy each other.

At the end of this life, we all must stand before God’s throne and give an accounting of our actions. All kingdoms pass away; all people leave this earthly life.

Nothing is forever.

Nothing except God and His kingdom and His judgement.

Peace only comes when a people walk right with God and obey His laws.

There can never be peace without God.

God is love.

Love is kind; love is patient; love reaches across the aisle and sees the humanity in all God’s children.

Please pray for peace and healing for my beloved country, the United States of America, my home.

My home, sweet home.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021