Today, I remember the men and women who have fought for my freedom. It cost many their lives. Acknowledging their courage and sacrifice does not seem like enough.
Both my grandfathers fought in the war. My parents remember those days. My mom has spoken of living on war rations, pulling closed the blackout curtains, and hearing the planes in the air. I’ve been privileged to never know the horror or fear of that kind of uncertainty. In thanks for the peace and security that our soldiers won for our country, I will stop and remember.
I am thankful to those still fighting for freedom. Freedom always comes at a price. I can sleep in peace because someone else is watching over me. I can speak, believe, and live without fear because men and women in our country have fought to protect this freedom.
I remember those men and women, and in doing so, I can’t help but also remember the Lord. Freedom from eternal death comes at a price. Jesus gave his life so I wouldn’t have to. I know security because Christ won it for me. I sleep in peace because God watches over me. His life for mine, I must never forget.
We must never forget the great price that has been paid for our freedom.