I looked down over the waters. I listened to the leaves rustle and the wind echo across the lake and I wrestled with God.
Could He really be who He says He is? In the good times it's easy to believe, but in the bad, could I really believe that God is good?
What does it look like to embrace the freedom to live boldly while being rooted in love? How can we trust that God made us for a purpose?
I want to bravely enter those waters, knowing I have an anchor for my soul.
We live in tension. The push-pull of hearts leaping and feet firmly planted. The grace of today and the eternal hope we yearn for. The now and not yet.
As I watched the cold water roll into the creek, splashing rocks along the way, I pulled up my jacket collar over my red checks and wondered if there are places in our world or in my heart that God won't go.
In dark times, light seems so elusive.
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. [Romans 8:38]
Nothing can separate us from the love of God. No situation, no loss, no decision, no doubt -- nothing.
When we are rooted in Jesus, we may falter, but we will never fall out of His reach.
Living free doesn't mean living with reckless abandon. Living free means we can do hard things and we can trust what's beyond our control because we have the privilege of hope.
Walk outside and revel in the fresh air. Let the sunshine hit your face and breathe in God's goodness. Cast your cares on him because he cares for you.
It's time to live free.