I walked into the room as my son sat typing his first History report.
I smiled as I saw the telephone propped up next to the keyboard,
and heard that familiar voice coming out of the speaker
He had called his Papa, my dad, to interview him for his paper on the Vietnam war
I looked over his shoulder and read what he was typing
"...he turned 21 in Vietnam, so his mom sent a cake to the jungle."
I stopped and remembered the story that I have heard many times before...
about how our great aunt, the woman who had raised him, "Mom"
asked our Aunt Gladys to make a German chocolate cake for his 21st birthday
He continued typing and for the first time I stopped to think about
how strong a woman must have to be
to send her child to war
ask her sister to bake his favorite cake
to send to him on the other side of the world
...for his birthday
I remember hearing her talk of how before he left
she had prayed
asking God to get him out of it...
but God answered that he still had
I remember hearing her talk of how once he was gone
asking God to bring him home...
and God answered by bringing him back
I have heard these stories before, but as my son sits typing, for the first time I realize
that even though she never left home...
she fought in the war too!
Which immediately reminded me of the words
embroidered on a blanket in my parent's family room...
"Freedom is not Free"
And as I think about it
I realize that freedom definitely costs...
and freedom ain't cheap
because its costs often lead all the way up
And if we are to truly enjoy freedom
it will cost a life of...
God sacrificed the life and limb of His own Son
in order to gain my freedom
and even now
as I rest free in Christ
I acknowledge that if I am to remain free
I will have to
give something too
sacrifice something too
because He expects nothing less than the same in return
dedicated to His service
So today I peacefully surrender
the "freeness" of freedom...
(while also fully aware)