Saturday afternoon I sat on the floor of my office, colored 4×6 note cards in front of me, reorganizing my book, and watching The Patriot.
Towards the end, tears streamed down my cheeks as Benjamin Martin rode along side the troops waving a battered American flag.
“Thank you,” I said, thinking of the men and woman who gave up so much to make sure a free nation existed on the earth.
They counted the cost and said, “It’s worth it.”
Today we want freedom without a price tag. It’s impossible. The price of freedom is eternal vigilance. Freedom is not free.
I hope and pray our nation does not lose sight of what our forefathers believed in and died for. May we always be strong and free.
But if not, I am always free in Jesus.
“He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
On God my (salvation and my glory rest;
The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.” Psalm 62
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AMEN Rachel – It is so difficult to understand how people can think we shouldn’;t fight for our freedom but as you said no matter what – thos of us who know HIM are free regardless of our circumstances.
Love you, Mom
Hear! Hear! Well Said and Amen!
went back to work today and finally have time to play on the internet…..you have got to put some new pics on your web page.
Love you
Bekah
though living in a free country, there have been many times my only freedom came within Jesus living within me 🙂