Freedom

Freedom.

Today, we celebrate because as Americans, we know about freedom. We know it came with a price. We know it was worth the cost. We know it is valuable and we know we can’t let it go. We know it’s more than red, white, and blue banners and firework shows to finish the night. We know not everyone has it, and that we need to be grateful that we do.

We are American. We know freedom.

And with the flags waving, burgers cooking, and cookies baking, I’m grateful that I know freedom because I know Jesus. I know my freedom cost more than I could pay. I know Jesus thought my freedom was worth the cost. I know my freedom is something hold on to, to stand up for, to never let go. I know it is more than just my church attendance and the clothes I wear. It is redemption, victory, freedom. And although anyone can have that freedom, not everyone does, and I don’t want to forget to be thankful that by His grace, I do.

I was a sinner. I am redeemed. I was broken. I am whole. I was trapped. I am delivered. I know about freedom. My freedom has a name and scars in his hands that paid my debt. I know about freedom because I know Jesus.