I sit on the back porch as the sky stretches pink and orange clouds above me. It’s early evening–the time when daylight begins to dance with dark. I catch a glimpse of a firefly waiting for its nightly performance.
And I rock in my little patio chair to the rythm of a few moments of freedom.
No deadlines chasing me.
No fear pulling at my ankles.
No lies whispering to my heart.
Just me and Jesus and the summer sky.
Tomorrow in America we celebrate freedom. We often talk, like I did above, about freedom from. That’s certainly the first part of it and deserves our remembrance and honor.
Yet as I sat and watched the stars begin to come out last night, I realized there’s another part of freedom.
Freedom to sit under a summer sky in my backyard.
Freedom to pursue dreams.
We receive freedom as a gift–one purchased at a high price. And we get to choose how we’ll use it.
A neighbor launches fireworks and it feels like joy bursts over my yard into the dark. I smile and whisper a prayer of thanks for freedom from and freedom to…
And it seems the One who gave us both smiles back.
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