Sacrafice…

Yesterday morning was like many others, I woke up, realized I was alive, and thanked Jesus for the breath in my chest and one more day with my family and friends. As I dressed and got ready for my day, I started to think about the word “sacrifice,” and how many of us use it so often but really haven’t the slightest clue what it really means.

Sacrafice:sac·ri·fice
//

n.

1.

a. The act of offering something to a deity in propitiation or homage, especially the ritual slaughter of an animal or a person.
b. Something so forfeited.
Before I left for my morning session with the Evan’s famiyl, I started imagining what the Evan’s family must be facing and sacraficing as they prepare for Brian’s third, let me repeat that, THIRD Deployment. I started thinking of this family of five and how they are making a sacrafice so that I can safely tuck my children in their beds each night. I thought about all the choices that I as a human, and more as a woman, am able to make on a daily basis of my own free will without having anyone to answer to. I thought about how much I enjoy looking out my office window and watching my husband take care of our garden or swim in our pool with our children. I thought of all the opportunities I’ve been provided because I live in a free nation under the God I serve. I then really started thinking about sacrafice. What have I sacraficed lately? A starch for a dessert?! And I ask you dear reader, what have YOU sacrificed? The Evan’s family will once again sacrafice a Husband, Father, Friend, Brother, & Son so that we may enjoy our day to day freedoms and lifestye. While women and men like Brian Evans fight for our freedom each day and night, what will you do? I know many people want to see our troops come home, but until then, let us not for one second forget the sacrafices being made by troops every day, support, love, and thank a soldier every chance you get, if not for their courage and bravery, we wouldn’t be the nation we are today.So here it is, my “thank you” to Mr.Evans and the soldiers like him that keep my most precious children safe each day. And to Mrs. Evans and the children, may God bless you and comfort you until he comes home safely. Thank you.