This week we celebrated the incredible freedom we enjoy in this country because of the sacrifice of generations of soldiers. It was a powerful week. Like most aspects of my life, the 4th of July did not go as expected because of the simple fact that I am a mother to a 6 month old. We had plans to spend the evening with friends. I looked forward to enjoying good food, great company, shared stories and laughter, board games, and of course…fireworks! The evening was one of fun for sure, but it didn’t look like the Norman Rockwell painting I had in my imagination. After an amazing dinner, my beautiful daughter decided she needed a little more focused attention on her. I took her into the other room in hopes to calm her, feed her, and help her fall asleep for the evening so that I could return to our friends. For whatever reason, she struggled that evening. She struggled through her food (she has reflex issues…the last lingering health struggles from being 2.5 months premature.) and fought sleep as hard as she could. I realized that the rest of my evening would be spent holding and singing to this precious child who needed me in that moment. I got something to drink, turned the Bethel Worship station on in Pandora, and settled down in a chair with Elizabeth. We listened to the fireworks outside and the music in the room with us. Instead of being frustrated that I couldn’t take part in the evening’s activities at that point, I realized it was a unique opportunity to both treasure my daughter and reflect on the beauty of our freedom.
My thoughts were drawn passed our national freedom…passed the sacrifice of our soldiers who lay down their lives daily on our behalf. I walked deeper and deeper in my mind through the concept of freedom. Finally, I ended up at the place where true freedom was born for us: the cross. Galatians 5:1 kept cycling through my thoughts, “It is for freedom we have been set free!”
We haven’t been given the gift of freedom so that we could sit comfortably in our homes, ignoring the outside world. Christ didn’t make the ultimate sacrifice in order for me to enjoy a life centered around me. It was FOR FREEDOM that I was set free. What does that mean?
It means that our freedom journey doesn’t stop with us.
It means that we are meant for something more.
It means that we were set free in order to be vessels of freedom for others.
I was set free with a purpose! My chains were broken so that I could run through the prison, breaking the chains of others!
How do you want to continue the pages of your legacy of freedom? How do you want to give freedom to others? Do you struggle to come up with an answer to that question?
What if you invested in children! What if you chose to give hope and love to those who will grow up to be educators, politicians, moms and dads….the future world shapers. I firmly believe that the youth of this generation have the potential to be incredible world changers and kingdom workers. They have the capacity to change the trends of culture and society, to take the bible into every language and people group, to take on the challenges of world poverty and hunger…
We CAN make a difference! Check out www.remember-the-children.org today, and see how you can make this vision a reality.
Friends, it is for freedom that you have been set free.
Written By: Grace Hansen, Director of Operations