Something about this country makes me think of freedom. Perhaps it's being in the land of William Wallace, and thinking of Mel Gibson's cry of "FREEEEDOMMM!!" in the movie "Braveheart". Maybe it's the sound of bagpipes and seeing men in kilts... or better yet, it could be the endless rolling hills and wild countryside. Whatever it is, freedom hangs in the air.
Freedom to live, freedom to love. Thank God for freedom! As the presidential elections in the U.S. draw near, I am reminded of the freedom that was fought for in that country, and the many who have died for it. I am thankful for the foundation they have laid, allowing me the great joy - and responsibility - of making daily choices that determine my circumstances in life. I am grateful for the privilege to cast a vote this year, and am inspired to stand for the cause of true freedom. The question is, what does it really mean to be "free"?
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| William Wallace Memorial |
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| Scotland |
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| On freedom... |
