a sense of freedom

There was a moment today that I felt like a child again.  It was raining and I decided to put my 22 year old world aside and go for it. So I ran through it and then I danced in it, like the arms out spin around dance. 

&& it was by myself or until my sister decided joining me sounded like a good idea. 

The morning consisted of life talks on the balcony with my mom. Heavy life talks, about dreams and why things happen the way they do. After, I went down to the hammock to read a bit before the rain rolled in and right before it hit I read this statement.

'When Jesus met Martha in Bethany, she was "distracted." That's where Satan usually begins. He knows if we're overly worried and bogged down by duties, chances are good our hearts will not hear the Saviours call to come. While distraction may not win the battle for our soul, getting our eyes off of what is important will certainly make us more vulnerable to attack."

With that being the last thing I read, I placed the book down and ran into the rain as if it were my battle cry for the enemy to know that my freedom wasn't going to be robbed from me. As I twirled around, of course there were moments when my thoughts tried to sneak in, "I wonder what's going on at home," "I wonder how things will look next week, "I wonder, I wonder, I wonder" & then I realized that I'm here right now and that's all I can be is me right in this moment. 

The upstairs door opened and out ran my 13 year old sister, her eyes were big and her swimsuit was on. She ran down the stairs and with no hesitation began twirling beside me giggling. I looked at her as we proceeded to jump into the tiny puddles of muddy sand and thought "what would have happened if i would have let the enemy steal this very moment" -- I would have ran upstairs to take a nap during the rain storm but instead I lived out a memory with my baby sister and I taught her that no matter what age you are a good rain storm can always be a good time.

As the storm rolled away we went back into our normal life. My thoughts seemed to get a tiny bit louder, but as I sat beside my mom on the balcony she began opening up in ways that she never has before, and it was about things that I could help her with. Things that I could talk to her about and pray with her about. Again my thoughts were silenced and I realized, while my 17 year old sister walked out to join us on the balcony--that everyone is broken. Everyone needs to feel that freedom for a split second in their life because it tends to make everything else worth while, at least for me. 

I tend to feel that freedom when I know that Jesus is with me, I've felt it in Africa multiple times, I've felt it in worship, I've felt it while I've been with my preschool children, I've felt it in a warming smile from a stranger, I've felt it while rocking on the front porch with my Pepaw, I've felt it in car rides with the windows down and music blaring & I felt it today while I danced in the rain. It's moments when I think Jesus is right beside me. I know he's beside me always, but these are moments when I feel like I hold my hand out and He will grab it. 

So to everyone reading these posts, Please find something that gives you that sense of freedom, remember it and cherish the moment because that tiny sense of freedom is a tiny glimpse of what it must be like in Heaven.