Today we celebrate America’s freedom, beginning with the writing of the Declaration of Independence, fought for through a bloody war, and maintained by the watchfulness of America’s citizenry.
But I also celebrate (may I do so every day) my freedom, beginning when God purposed my salvation before the foundation of the world, bought through the bloodied Son of God upon the cross, and maintained by the same Son, who holds me eternally in His grasp.
Whatever my status is on this earth, I shall ever be free.
For he whom the Son sets free is free indeed. (John 8:36)
This week I’m thankful for freedom…
…to sit with friends and enjoy a book discussion while a wild storm rages outside
…to go to my old Sunday School’s after-church potluck (even though Daniel and I have joined a new Sunday School)
…to listen to worship music on Pandora over my lunch break and to sing along
…to post a snippet of a post a day late and call it good