freedom
Kennedy chose this day to take us to our local pumpkin patch. She loaded us all up and stopped at QT to buy us a pumpkin spice latte and drove us out to this remote location where lines of cars were backed up to see the pumpkins and the kitties. This place is known for their cats, which is why we go there, actually. Only, the last time we went, we were the only people on the property. This time, people were spilling out of every crevice of the place! It felt like community. I sat in the middle of it, with my own little community, and felt grateful.
The sky was perfectly blue with whispy clouds dragged across its face in no pattern at all, just the way God does sometimes. There was a cool breeze that froze us between blazes of hot sun. I found myself reflective as we sat.
The big kids took off to explore more awesome climbing bales, but the littles were content to jump on this dump heap for hours.
There is pure joy, total abandon, complete rapture in this boy's determination. I get caught up in my thoughts, your thoughts, the thoughts of random passer-byers, but not this guy. He had not a thought of any of it, he was free to fly with every single leap.
I envy that freedom. As much as I boast in the freedom that Christ has afforded me, I get tied up in the bondage that I enslave myself with. I want to leap without fear or concern for your opinions of me. I want to dance like no one's watching. I want to live my life with such precision that my perifery is a blur, a total blur.
That's what I want.
Lvb
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