Then, in between some of the races, there was the demolition derby. It was like real life bumper cars, with the winner being the last car moving. One of the cars actually caught on fire at one point, and then ended up being the one to win it all--crazy!
Then, they ended the night with fireworks--which I LOVE-- but I couldn't help but think, as we watched them explode $20,000, how many hungry people that could feed or how many kids that could sponsor and change their lives. I'm trying to find a line where I can be grateful for what I do have and not resent it, and be accountable to God's telling us to care for the poor. Sometimes it's hard. As I was sitting there watching the random $20,000 fireworks show I was feeling so blessed to be sitting there by my husband, with his arm around me, laughing and smiling, surrounded by good friends. And I was also feeling convicted, and kind of sad, thinking of all the kids that I know deal with so much more than I will ever know. As we were singing our national anthem and other patriotic songs, I just prayed for them.
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