free

In case you didn’t notice, yesterday I did not post a word. It was a horrible day with a lethal combination of bad luck and exhaustion. The final blow included unloading the car in a driving deluge.

Sam’s injuries included hitting his eye on the window of the car, a busted lip compliments of his brother, and nearly piercing his own ear with one of my earrings. The giant loop had a clip on the back. Sam placed the earring on his lobe and closed it. He nearly had a piercing by the time I removed the earring. 

Last night when I realized I had not posted a word, I lay horizontal in my comfy bed. Dynamite would not have moved me. Hence the word free, I am free to choose not to do something. 

I am free to choose who to worship. The young man pictured above made an impression on my soul. He participated in a native dance exhibition when we visited Peru. He danced before the Lord with all his heart and all his might. He will live in my memory as a perfect picture of free.

If Lent teaches us anything, it is that we need Jesus. His death gave me freedom. I cannot earn His love, deserve His forgiveness, or merit His grace. 

If the Son of Man makes you free, you will be free indeed. John 8:36