I type in my safe house, while my little ones drift off in their own beds. The popping and ka-booming of fireworks sound from somewhere nearby. I held my very own Bible in my hands today and openly met with other Christians for church services. My family gathered around a table overflowing with food. My children ran and played with all the carelessness that childhood affords.
We are free. And we are blessed.
Thank you, Lord for the miracle we call America. And thank you for every solder who sacrificed for this American nation, and for every solder who still sacrifices to protect her.