Delayed at the airport...perfect time to blog!

For the first time in EIGHT YEARS I am in the United States during our Independence Day. It is really weird to be here...I definitely feel out of place. I am in the Miami airport awaiting my flight. Of the estimated 15 conversations I have heard since landing, one has been in a language I do not know, four have been in English, and the remaining were all Spanish.

Even more culture surrounded me when I joined one of the many groups of people watching the Alemania game against Italia. I was able to see the last 10 minutes--and what a ten minutes! Those last two shots were amazing. And did you read the information on the second guy--he is 31 years old! How do you have such skills at that age? Isn't that supposed to be past the peak. I love to watch soccer; the skills of these guys are beyond my comprehension. I do good to jog or run...but all that footwork, too! Anyway, good job Italia!

And it only leaves me wondering what is going on back in Honduras. Everywhere we have gone the past week, the people in the community are announcing scores to keep us radio-less and TV-less people somewhat in the game. And yes, I already miss Honduras; I have only been gone for 9 hours. I guess you can put the girl INTO the country, but you can't take the world out of the girl. [Does that make sense? Just say yes.]

As I "celebrate" this holiday, I reflect on how America has been thrown together. The airport is the perfect place to be to see that. I keep find myself wondering if the different people I am seeing are Americans or not. You can't tell--seriously, you really can't. But, hey that's the melting pot/salad bowl that we are. I am thankful for my heritage and what it was originated in...freedom from persecution of many types (including religion). I am grateful that I am able to praise my Lord without fear. My fellow Americans, take advantage of that blessing today on this special day.