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.