Fireworks, the traditional celebration of July 4th and New Year’s Eve. As far as I’m concerned, those two holidays are way too close to each other, calendar-wise.
For about 10 years, we had a dog that was afraid of fireworks. And thunder. And gunshots. It seemed to me that just as one of his fearful events finished, the next one was coming up. July 4th. Storms. Dove season. New Year’s Eve. Storms. Dove season. Storms. July 4th. A never-ending cycle.
These are also the two holidays that lead me to pray. I pray for rain. Because no matter how bad the economy or how extreme the drought, my neighbors have a really good time on July 4th and New Year’s Eve. I pray for rain so that the ground, grasses, shrubs and trees are soaking wet and not inclined to catch fire from any fireworks. I am not praying for their celebrations to be rained out, but for their fireworks to not start any fires.
Is that too much to ask?