Freedom on the Porch

I admit to being an indoors person.  Not that I hate being outside, but I prefer air-conditioning and have to make the confession that I am just a little bit spoiled.

That being said, I spent the morning working outside, washing off my porches and picking up things around outside, the job I usually leave to my wonderful husband.  He takes care of the outside of the house; I take care of the inside of the house.  It works perfectly.  But, it was a job that needed to be done and, today, God knew that I was the one who needed to get it done, so that I could see freedom from my front porch.

So, I found myself outside.  As I sprayed down my porch, I had an overwhelming sense of humbleness, peace, and freedom come upon me.  I began to ponder about our nation's upcoming holiday.  Selfishly, I admit that the fourth of July is a day that I love...for the sole purpose of having some great food and spending time with my extended family.

Yet, as I looked out from my front porch, I saw the American flag, hanging.  As the daughter of a military father, I have always wanted the American flag to be flown at my house.  It represents my country. It represents my family.  It represents the military.  Most importantly, it represents my freedom.  Today, it represents freedom from my front porch.

I am free to love.
I am free to have the opportunity to work and help provide for my family (along with my husband).
I am free to have time to spend with my children.
I am free to go to church and praise God.

My front porch freedom didn't come easily, although I take it for granted.  It came from hard work and sacrifice.  I am humbled by the fact that I was not the one to make that sacrifice.  That sacrifice was made by our ancestors, by our military, and most important by the Son of God, who sacrificed His life for mine, so that I might have eternal freedom.

As July 4th comes upon us, let's not forget our freedoms.  Yes, it's okay to enjoy fireworks, bonfires, trips out on the lake, family reunions, or whatever you find yourself doing this holiday weekend. But, as you oooohhh and aaahhhhh over those sparkling lights, remember freedom was paid.  Freedom had and continues to have a price.  Most of us won't pay that price, but we can appreciate the sacrifice of those who did, and of the One who gave it all.