Growing UP

There is something about making a new decision on your own for the first time that is exhilarating. There is power in this perceived freedom and a sense in which your actions are now your own, your future is in your control. oops. Yeah this is already not going well. :) I didn't want to be an adult today, I didn't want to leave napping to make lunch for this week. First off, thank you Lord for the time to make lunch. Thank you for the gift of food and to take time in silence to use my hands to create. I miss certain things about home, childhood, and Seattle, but the theme of these is the perceived freedom I had from worry and duty. It seems as though I traded one freedom for another, yet this definition of freedom is a lie. Freedom is not the ability to do whatever I want, when I want, and never having to deal with the consequences of choosing to act immaturely or irresponsibly. Freedom is found in Jesus Christ's sacrifice on the cross, when He took upon Himself my sin, including the selfishness behind the desire to be autonomous and have freedom from responsibility. There is freedom in knowing that God's design for me is to live in utter dependence and reliance on Him, knowing that in Him there is rest, duty, responsibility, and the freedom to be broken and in need of His love.