Our Soldiers, Our Country
Every Saturday after I post something I immediately start praying about what God would have me post the following week. Sometimes I feel so much passion for a subject that I think it will be easy to put it all down, but more often it seems the things I'm most passionate about are the ones I have the hardest time expressing. Like today. What has happened to our country through the years that we have turned holidays that are meant to remind us of important events in history into parties and fun, with little or no remembrance? Christmas has turned into how many gifts we can get. Easter has turned into candy and the Easter Bunny and Memorial Day into the start of vacation, beaches, camping and garage sales. I do not have any relatives that have fought for our country but I love it with a passion and I am so extremely grateful to our soldiers who have laid down their lives so that I can have the freedoms I enjoy. Sometimes with forgetfulness. Sometimes with thanklessness. When the warm weather hits and school is almost out, when the beach or the campground call out to us, we don't want to think sad thoughts. We want to have fun. I'm not saying any of those things are wrong. I'm just trying to remind us of some things. Today, maybe at this very moment, a soldier has lost their life for you, a wife has lost her husband or a husband his wife, a mother has lost a child. Protecting the freedoms we enjoy. Protecting the fun life we take for granted. Take the time today, and as often as possible, to thank the Lord for the freedom we have and make a point to find a soldier and to thank them for the Liberty you enjoy. It is a precious gift. My words are not enough to convey the passion my heart feels. I don't want this to be a political post. Maybe you don't agree with war and fighting but please remember, men and women have died for the freedoms you enjoy. Men and women have died for you, and that is something you should never forget.
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