FREEDOM!

I recently was reading something a mother had written about her young son. He was often frustrated about 'unfairness' and as a result pouted quite a bit. She was talking about how his sweet heart was molded and shaped for justice and things happening in an upright, honest way. And while he often sat on the sidelines being discouraged, she was trying to remember that it's hearts like that that change the world, that buck the systems of inequality and injustice, that fight for causes that are bigger than themselves, and aren't content to sit by while wrong happens to others. I love this perspective!

I've known quite a number of such children, and I've never thought about it like this.. Okay, okay- so, I was said child! I would rage inside when something unfair would happen around me (usually, in my childish selfishness, it was against me). I would mope, sit on the sidelines to 'teach others their lesson' for being unfair, and many other things that one shouldn't admit to on a public blog! But now that I'm old (yes, people, I am getting there!), I can see how that heart is the same heart I have now.. just with a lot of refining and shaping  by my sweet Abba!

Nothing makes me more angry than injustice! Whether it's done by someone to themselves; in selling themselves short and settling for merely existing or surviving. Whether it's the exploitation of a child for someone else's sick 'pleasures'. Whether it's not tapping into the freedom, life, joy, fullness, love, hope, peace, etc. that Christ offers you at the foot of the cross. Whether it's abuse, living in shame or guilt, being paralyzed by fear, or whatever.. I get angry. And when I say angry, I mean my heart rages! Most people never see this side of me, because God has taught me much in taking this pain, anger, grief, sorrow, and frustration to Him and leaving it at the foot of the cross- trusting, hoping, and waiting for Him to move in His timing and His way. But it's still very much inside me each day. I feel the weight of it daily. I am and probably always will be a fighter. Recently I can't get this scene from Braveheart out of my heart and mind:

I think of people who spent their all, bled, suffered, and died for causes (the ones who did it for Christ stand out most to me). We love these stories, we long to be people like them! William Wilberforce, Mother Theresa, Martin Luther, Stephen, and I could go on and on.. But even though the fight in me is strong, my daily prayer is for Him to refine it. For it to not be about me and my agenda. For it to not be in my plans or timing. For it to center and rest solely on the power and glory of Him who alone is worthy. So, I find myself internally screaming: "FREEDOM!!" these days, but the Lord says, so sweet and gentle, "Wait upon Me." In the past I was too busy rushing into the battle to hear that. But I'm learning! And if I'm learning this, well then, I'd say there's definitely hope for us all!