We are bought with a Price

Life is so precious, special and important, but it most definitely isn't priceless. This life is paid with by a price, whether the life we know was paid for by parents who have worked so hard everyday of their adult life to provide for your needs, or paid for by soldiers who protect your liberty and freedom from the evil in the world. I promise you there is evil in the world, there are those who desire to make us miserable, who crave for power and money. The soldiers who fight for us provide for a way of life that many take much too lightly.
   My heart aches when I think of the many peers in my generation who are stepping on the flag, not realizing that the very right of wanting to step upon the flag and spit upon the values of freedom and protection are guaranteed by that flag. What do the colors on the flag mean you might ask, here is the answer:

"The colors of the pales (the vertical stripes) are those used in the flag of the United States of America; White signifies purity and innocence, Red, hardiness & valour, and Blue, the color of the Chief (the broad band above the stripes) signifies vigilance, perseverance & justice."

These colors are something to fight for, not to trample on. Please be part of the group who teach your children what principles the Founders fought for and how many have died seeking to stop tyranny throughout the world. I'm not saying that every conflict the U.S has taken part in was just based on the reasons given, but I know fighting tyranny, greed and evil does bring peace. I'm so grateful for the many who have fought that I might have that peace and liberty, I can't imagine a life without choice. and the opportunity to learn and follow my heart. Thank you to all those who have fought to keep me safe.

I'm so thankful for those who have stood with the Savior in giving life for me. Please honor them this Memorial Day, in remembering we are all bought with a price.

Lyrics

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "No, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"
He said, "Have a seat, " and I sat down
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is" He said, "I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when
Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it, writing 'Say Can You See'
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and she's wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag