I come from another country. It lies to the north of where I live now.
Ah, Canada. I love that country.
Like most Canadians, I have a pretty decent, realistic sense of our role. We’re not the most aggressive. We don’t have the biggest army. We don’t have a super strong sense of patriotism, really.
But, we’re tremendously blessed up there. We are prosperous. We have a beautiful country. We’re kind (most of the time). We have Timbits, a strong banking system, and chip trucks. We have abundant natural resources that are hard to appreciate until you live somewhere else. I grew up playing in the waters of Kasshabog lake, a very small lake in Ontario. It’s small by Canadian standards, but it’s nearly as big as the largest (man-made) lake in the state I reside in now.
It can be a strange thing to be a foreigner. I’m thankful God let me be born in Canada. I love the place I live now, but there will always be a special place in my heart for the true north, strong and free.