Living Free

It's after 1 in the morning.
I have a big day tomorrow. (If you can call a day-off day trip to the WA coast "big." I do.)
Sense would say, "Go to bed, Christina." And she (he?) probably would throw in a "What on earth are you thinking?"
So, let's face it. I shouldn't be writing this.
But I am.

Why?
Hopefully by the end of this blog post you'll be saying, "It's because you were inspired!" Wishful thinking, probably, but I digress.

Put simply, I just know that I have a story to tell. I have something to share. I have something unique, and different, and special.

It's my story of freedom.

To write my story of freedom in one blog is impossible. Truly. Mainly because it's still being written. But that's the beauty of it! It's still being written in multiple facets (that's right, there are chains and fetters everywhere!) and areas of my life and heart and world -- by Jesus.

He is my source of freedom.
No one else.
Especially not me.

Truth be told, I am free already. Because of Jesus Christ and His beautiful, rugged cross and the burning, gushing blood He shed for me; because Jesus Christ's head fell to His chest, arms stretched wide, His heart stopped beating, lungs stopped breathing -- for me. Because He was murdered, but not guilty; killed, but not defeated.

The grave couldn't keep Him.
He was too powerful.
This is the Jesus that gives me the freedom to breathe, move, and to live a holy life -- free from sin as I give Him my heart; give Him everything.

That's the answer to freedom in our lives. Period. No getting around it.
We have to give Jesus everything.
There is no freedom before that.
There just isn't.

So what is the point of this blog then?
If I've already found freedom, why am I writing?

Jesus provided the means for freedom by His power and death.
But we have to be willing to fight -- no, to die for it! -- no matter what the fetter.

Life is challenging. So are emotions. Eating disorders. The economy. Being "good." Fill in the blank.
It's not easy to be human.
And it's painful, too.
It's a struggle.

So that's what I'll write about.
My story of freedom as it develops and grows -- and fights to develop and grow.
That's what I'm trying to do.
To struggle and fight for verticality, for uprightness.

Join me.