Yesterday, after church, Phil and I drove out towards Lynchburg and got on the Blue Ridge Mountain Road. The trees were beautiful, although next week, they may look nicer, unless this rain keeps up. We stopped at different look-out points. At one place, a number of families were having picnics. I saw some older couples just lying down together on blankets, oblivious to the sounds around them. The beauty of the trees and the blessed closeness of each others presence filled their senses. A little black poodle nestled in between one of the couples.
Visual beauty touches me in a melancholy, hopeful sort of way. I pray that we will always have the freedom in America, to go to church and worship God, and go for Sunday afternoon drives, and lay down on a blanket and be close to our loved one. May we always be able to walk our dog on the back roads at dusk. May we be able to have people over whenever we feel like it. May we always be able to express our opinion; spiritually, politically, philosophically, without fear of death. God bless America...Land that I love...Stand beside her...and guide her...If you don't, we're sunk.
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