Relief in not wanting, this is freedom. Knowing that all need shall be provided releases us from the pursuit of happiness of things. Mercy, Love, Grace and Hope are free, but also are the things that God offers that carry you from trial to trial, good or terse, better or worse. Certainly I may not eat hope or drink mercy but then again what is belief upon God’s Provision but the partaking of His Food the Word. This world is neither bothersome nor delight, but a mixture of those necessary elements to transform the content of our making in the desired result of God’s intention. I will see rest at day’s end, how then may I familiarize myself with it’s objectives and impact?

This day was another day, but one with stimuli to pressure us to forget, weep, smile or retreat based upon our own perspective. It was not the day that controlled, measured or changed the man but entirely the reaction to those aspects which the day delivered. Is then the only freedom found in the man who has been severed from the feeding tube of humanity’s quest? Or may a man of measure and treasure make himself free by purchasing the space to remain so. What then is the rest if I must run from responsibility of societal reaction or rise above social interaction having enough manna to surround myself with myself and sequester to the company of those who make me feel free? Is this true rest?

Have you forgiven the man who did the worst thing to you ever? Have you forgiven yourself for not forgiving him? Is this a battle to remember with whom I remain angry? Have I sold my Psychic storage for the price of never forgetting being forced to taste of captivity, whilst in so doing indefinitely, incarcerating myself? I just don’t want and those things I do want are laid before the Throne of Grace where God may be the arbiter of my good will. The things I ask for are the things He says He would have me pursue. This world truly has little for me but you. You are the treasure of this journeys wander. What more would I want then to receive heirship to the Crowns of the Most High. No material thing compares to the knowledge of spending eternity with Him and you. My body shall be provided for, my interest piqued, my mysteries answered and my health assured in this battle for the wholeness of humanity. I wait for Him and pave the ground and plant the seed of His certain return. Seeing the joy of that realization and the freedom achieved in each heart that finds rest is the only Freedom I have ever known.

I wish to serve, is that ironic freedom? I wish to blend but am way too bright to hide this light that shines from my eyes and heart, is that captivity? There is nothing worthy of my passing but that which leaves a mark on eternity, is that Freedom to know that one shall live forever? Or would I rather leave a tombstone, a Book, song or comic that will effect others’ for a time then be torn, thrown away or forgotten as my disappearance lengthens. No my freedom here is found in not wanting Here at all. My Freedom comes in knowing where I am going in permanence and that this God who gave me that choice and that Gift says that He will provide for all of my needs according to His riches and glory by Christ Jesus. That’s Freedom.