Why, when it seems to have failed all human history, do we continue a seemingly hopeless pursuit of freedom? Can it be found? Is it worth the cost? I’m honored to be a guest at (in)courage today. This is my story.
Freedom is treasured in my family. It came at a high price.
I spent the first year of marriage, weeping intercessions over my husband while he braved the battlefields of Iraq. I grieved as flag-draped coffins increased by the day, and sometimes by the hour.
Four Marines fought their last battle alongside my husband. Countless others gave their blood, sweat, limbs, and years they’ll never get back. One coffin held a cherished friendship that began in boot camp all those years ago. My heart broke in a million unprepared pieces the day I told my husband over garbled phone reception, that his best friend . . .