Unfading Glory {Bigger Picture Moment}

Flying high above my father's front lawn is this faded, slightly tattered flag. Nestled under the great trees that tower above my childhood home, she never fails to catch the breeze and to remind us that we stand, not just in a front yard, but in the land of the free. It doesn't matter that the winds have howled around her and, over the years, ripped at some of the fibers that made her. It doesn't matter that the scorching sun has, over the years, dulled her vibrant colors. It doesn't matter that at first glance, she may appear to be worn out and worn down and old. No, none of that matters. Because her essence - all that she is and stands for - is unchanged.

As I watched my dad {and his bad hip} struggle to walk down the driveway to his car, old glory caught his eye.

"That flag has seen better days," he said. "I really should get a new one."

I smiled to myself.

Because, like that flag, my aging father is a bit faded and tattered. He's not as agile or fast as he once was and the storms of this life have taken their toll on him.

Yet, somehow he still dances on the breeze.
And stands tall and strong - getting up each and every time life has knocked him down or kicked him around.

Maybe the flag has seen better days, but I hope he lets it keep flying just the way it is.




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