Ahh, Memorial Day. I usually celebrate my freedom under a sprinkler with a cool drink, eating food cooked over an open flame, and closing it out with s'mores under a starry sky, completely ignoring the purpose of the holiday other than it meaning an extra day off for Steve...and therefore kind of a day off for me too. A video was played yesterday morning at church that reminded me of the freedom I take for granted living in this country. I was thankful for the reminder. I needed it.
I live in a free country, and yet I am not free. Not when I focus my energy on living up to other's standards and avoiding mistakes. Thankfully, God constantly seeks after me to accept this freedom, to let him carry my burdens. That is the ultimate level of freedom.