It’s Memorial Day in the USA.
In remembering and giving thanks for all those who have given their lives, and those who are risking their lives everyday, so that others may live free, I’ve begun to reminisce about my home country.
Over the years, I’ve learned to let go of things that I miss about it. And that’s definitely not a complaint! But today, I’ve allowed myself the luxury of remembering things that I miss, and I’ve created a little list.
It adds to the enjoyment of the reminiscence if you write it down and play with the words a bit. So, with that said, here are some things I’ve thought of that I miss –
Grape jelly…or jam….or grape anything. Mmmmm…grape.
Cherry Limeade from Sonic. In the great, big size that takes two hands to hold securely.
Cinnamon candy that leaves a fire-y feeling on your tongue.
Peanutbutter cookies, flavored Coffeemate, and hard, sourdough pretzels.
Warm weather that comes around in spring and stays until fall. Hot summer days and air conditioning. Walking bare-foot. Wearing short-sleeves (and not needing a jacket for “just in case”).
The twang of southern accents, and the genteel grace of southern hospitality. Drinking iced tea outside in the shade, until it’s too hot, and then going inside to cool off.
Thunderstorms and lightning bugs. Wide-open spaces with miles and miles of mostly nothing. Awe-inspiring mountains rising up out of the prairie.
Seeing family, and the comfort of knowing that they live only a day’s drive away.
It’s a dangerous thing to start thinking too much about what I miss. I’m not one to be home-sick (any more), and don’t want to work myself into that place of longing. It’s ‘safer’ to not think about it too much. I don’t want to be ungrateful. I don’t want to be like the Israelites after they left Egypt, always longing for what they left behind and romanticizing it, without remembering the hardship.
I used to dream about going to other places, and would feel jealous when friends went somewhere far-away and foreign, and I wasn’t able to.
I don’t regret living away from the United States for as long as I have. It hasn’t all been wonderful; there have been some times that were really hard. But everyone has hard times, no matter where they live and what they do. And God has been so faithful.
He doesn’t give me what I want, but He always provides what I need.
Right now, I think I need some hot summer days, listening to the voices of loved ones. Staring at them until their faces are imprinted on my mind again. Laughing together, drinking iced tea by the gallon, catching up on their lives, watching the clouds drift by, and the storms roll in.