What Does Freedom Look Like

 It’s been interesting to see how the value of some forms of freedom change, depending on circumstances.  For instance, since my nephew was just deployed to Afghanistan, the cost of my freedom as an American means has greater value on this 4th of July.  

 At a young age, as a child, with cerebral palsy,  the pain and the struggle of therapy as overshadowed by the hope of  new freedom gained through the ability to walk, or feed myself themselves sometimes yields. When   For that matter, learning a new skill, for any of us can give us more freedom new freedom. 

As a mother, I always had to depend on others to take my daughter and I where we needed to go.   But, I’ll always remember the sense of freedom I experienced on an evening shortly after my daughter got her driver’s license.  We had the freedom to go on an outing by ourselves. 

 When I got my scooter and I could go out and enjoy a warm summer’s evening by myself, it felt like freedom.  But I soon discovered my scooter was very heavy and difficult to transport, so when I found out that a scooter called Go-Go, would come apart and fit in the back of a small car, it didn’t take long to decide to purchase it.

Often the more freedom I experience the more I want.  This can be both good and bad.  Focusing on the things I want to do but can’t have or attain, can make me feel disheartened and lead me into trouble.  The inward struggle this causes is often intense, but God reminds me in Galatians 5;1 where permanent freedom comes from.

   It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.

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 Last week,a friend wrote and told me everything she’d accomplished that day and then asked me what I had done.  Without giving her any details, I simply wrote backand said I sent in an     application-wishing I could have been more productive that day,   At that point, I heard the Lord say, “You are minimizing your own efforts again.”  Indeed I was!

Sending  the application felt like climbing a steep mountain and never reaching the top.   I had several problems throughout the day that tested my endurance and commitment to finish the task.  Since my handwriting is illegible, and typing is slow because ofmy cerebral palsy, I was thankful when my daughter agreed to helpme fill it out onthe computer.  When we discovered thatwasn’t possible, she filled it out by hand,scanned it and sent it on its way.

 The next day I got an email…

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Strength for Each Battle

 Last week, a friend wrote and told me everything she’d accomplished that day and then asked me what I had done.  Without giving her any details, I simply wrote back and said I sent in an     application-wishing I could have been more productive that day,   At that point, I heard the Lord say, “You are minimizing your own efforts again.”  Indeed I was!

Sending  the application felt like climbing a steep mountain and never reaching the top.   I had several problems throughout the day that tested my endurance and commitment to finish the task.  Since my handwriting is illegible, and typing is slow because of my cerebral palsy, I was thankful when my daughter agreed to help me fill it out on the computer.  When we discovered that wasn’t possible, she filled it out by hand, scanned it and sent it on its way.

 The next day I got an email saying they couldn’t read it and wanted me to send it in a format I’d never used before.  I felt stupid because couldn’t figure it out.  Rather than give up or continue to spin my wheels trying to learn something new, I decided to retype it so I could send it as an attachment.  So I found the fax number and decided to send the original document that way.  Thinking my job was done, I breathed a sigh of relief.

 All too soon, I found out that only one of the four pages had been received.  Rachael tried to send the application from her computer, but that didn’t work either.  I wound up retyping it, cutting, pasting and resending it again. 

When the first problems arose, my inner voice whispered, “You should just quit.”    The longer I continued to I worked on this project, the louder the voice clamored,  “They aren’t going to pick you to be on the committee.  You should just give up.  You are getting way behind on your other projects.”   Yet, I was determined to finish not only because I believed in the importance of what I was doing and because giving up has always left a sore taste in my mouth.

When I decided to take a break, the racket inside my head died down.  I felt reassured and comforted. He wanted to partner with me in my struggle.  As I surrendered my plans and efforts to Him, I felt strengthened by our partnership.   His faithfulness motivates me to keep climbing mountains with Him.