Loving another country

Recently the United States played Colombia for third place in the Copa America.  I am as American as they come.  My dad served at the end of WWII, Korea, Vietnam and would have gladly gone back during the Iraq war (Desert Storm).  When I hear the National Anthem, I cry.  I love the United States of America.  I'm so grateful to have been born here and to have been blessed by the many advantages of being an American.

Especially living in a different country you come to feel how truly grateful we should be and how many wish they were us.  As a young person I served in Colombia as a missionary.  There is a special place in my heart for Colombia or more accurately said, the Colombians.  I love them.  They are very dear to my heart having lived there for over a year.  So while I was sad that the US lost the game for third place there was a bit of pride for Colombia for finishing third.



Now we're in Panama.  I already love the people here.  I will always have a special place in my heart now for Panama.  It is said, you love those you serve.  How true.