Saturday afternoon I sat on the floor of my office, colored 4x6 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,
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Rachel Hauck @ 7:28 PM
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