Happy Fourth of July!

We had a wonderful fourth of July. I actually forgot it was the 4th until I got a call in the afternoon inviting us to a 4th of July party with a bunch of Americans that are living or visiting in the area. The person that invited us told us not to bring anything, just to show up. She said there would be tons of side dishes, drinks and desserts. There would also be grills set up if we wanted to grill meat. Although the party was only an hour and a half away, she said she had already RSVP’d for us in good faith. Fortunately, our afternoon was free so we were able to go.

Man, I am glad we went. I was a little hesitant because I can be shy sometimes, but it was nothing less than fabulous. There must have been 75 people there and a lot of kids of all ages. I had no idea there were so many Americans in or near Moshi. There were a few people of other nationalities as well. Most people were decked out in red, white and blue. We don’t have any American flag attire so we dressed in the next best thing… our Chargers gear! (Thanks Mom!)



Before eating, everyone gathered to say the Pledge of Allegiance and sing our national anthem. It was very special and touching. It gave me goose bumps. Being so far from home, one especially appreciates all the good things about the USA that can be taken for granted at times.



Next came the food. Oh my…. What an awesome spread - salads, potatoes, and the best homemade baked beans I have ever had. After food there were games like potato sack races and musical hats. Eli had a blast jumping in his sack. George participated in the men’s round. I was happy to cheer him on! Then came dessert. Goodness gracious…. It was incredible. People baked the most delicious treats - cookies, cakes, brownies, apple pie and lots more. George doesn’t like sweets, but I gave him a pep talk and told him to load up! My sweet husband came back with a plate piled high with goodies for me to take home. I was so proud.

By 7:00, we had to go. Eli was already up past his bedtime and I didn’t want him to melt down. I was bummed we had to leave because they were going to do fireworks! Yes… fireworks! I think they had sparklers and a few other fun, simple ones. Hopefully next year we can see them. I was excited to hear this is an annual party.

Most holidays I feel a little down in the dumps, missing home. Usually the day goes by with no celebration and it just feels strange. This year, though was amazing. One lady from New Zealand asked, “what would you be doing in the US today?” and I said “Exactly this. Food, hanging out, games and fireworks.” It was a little piece of home here in Moshi. It was a joy and honor to be there. Plus we met a lot of other people in the missionary community (although not everyone there was one). I came home with a heart bursting with thanks for the Lord and my country.

Happy 4th of July!