Freedom has many definitions, I suppose as many as you want to make it have because you are free to do so!

The meaning you attach to Freedom will be related to where you are in life right now. Feeling tight, constrained and trapped is your making, but when you think about it, you don’t have to live there.

So…what do you do? Free yourself, open the door, walk out–you have the key. What am I really saying? It is a choice you are making right now. Can you become bold, taking the chance walking through the door, or shy, afraid and living with such limits you never see the light of a bright day?

In your mind you live where the past traps you, the future scares you and the present is not even recognized. You are running so fast, you don’t take time to stop and get into the moment.

Step out into the future where Freedom really lives! The space is wide, the path is clear. It is like walking with a flashlight in the darkness though. As you walk forward in the light’s beam, you will see more and more as you take one step at a time. It will take trust, belief and confidence in the One who died for you and me that we might live FREE!



I sit alone, waiting and going through my mind thinking of the things that lay heavy on me–those “weights that so easily beset me” that the scripture talks about. I look over at the chair sitting in the corner. The one my Grandfather, Papa, sat in so many years ago, I was a young child then. As I walked by his room, I could hear him praying. Ever so often, I would hear my name as he would talk to God about the family needs. His prayers were for me to come to Him one day believing and entering into Eternal Life, then to guide me and keep me on the path promised.

Could this possibly be one of those prayers answered today from back then as I struggle with current issues? I am realizing life is heavy as I am trying to do it on my own. I am stopped right in my tracks. My heart tells me I am going in the right direction, but my ears and eyes try to lie to me, telling me to be “scared of this darkness,” or the sounds are telling me, “I can’t do it.” My steps are being hindered with every step. Each time I think I am benefitting as I get through a dark spot, wading through the tightness of despair. I begin to sense a growth taking place with strength, in the muscles of life. Could that be why we are to be “thankful in all things”? Waiting in a “holding pattern” is “pregnant silence” (something going on, but not to be delivered yet), but when it is finished, I can take off and soar like an Eagle through life so grand.

I am not waiting alone. Oh! My! I can see it now. I have Him waiting with me. My Heavenly Father, my Creator is so patient, so kind, so ready to pick me up and dust me off. He has not left me alone, He has given me The Comforter to live in me, to guide me, to wait with me as the tapestry of my life is woven. He is here in me–waiting, wooing, holding, and loving me through the things designed to build me into the One whose image He is conforming me into–the waiting is over, I was not alone. I do get through and the me, the REAL me, can FLY! Papa, thank you for caring those many years ago, you must be rejoicing with the Angels!