We spent yesterday singing the songs of grace with fellow believers, being exhorted to praise, worship and "let the redeemed of the Lord say so." The love and presence of the Holy Spirit was palpable and connected the congregation. It was a day of celebration.
We left church around 8:30 in the evening, and the children needed to see some fireworks. We turned on the local classical station, which was broadcasting the celebration in Dallas, and got to listen to the Dallas Wind Symphony and U.S. Army Brass Quintet as they played patriotic marches and the themes of each branch of the US military. The kids learned the words to most of the military themes at a singing school one year, so we sang at the top of our voices as we scanned the prairie skyline for fireworks.
Finally, ten minutes from home, I found a rise on which to park, and we counted ten separate fireworks displays over our part of the Metroplex. Very nice.
(I will not detail the fireworks madness we beheld on entering our subdivision because I do not want to end on a grumpy note. We live outside city limits, but our neighborhood is really a tiny suburb out in the country, and there were way too many rockets going off inches above houses for my comfort level. This went on well into the night.)