The other night I had a rather intense dream about captivity.  I know what prompted the dream.  I went to bed thinking about my running away from the Lord days.  I couldn’t breathe in those days.  I couldn’t find peace or freedom.  I was a prisoner and the life I was living was a jail cell.

In my dream, I was both a spectator and a participant.  It was like I was there but wasn’t there. Several people in my dream were being held captive and I could feel the hopelessness of the situation.  After several years, one prisoner escapes and leads authorities back to help rescue the others who are still being held captive. I woke from my dream in a sweat.

As I thought about this topic it made think again of why I feel compelled to share my thoughts on this blog.  It occurred to me that I feel like the prisoner who escaped and every time I write, I  am coming back with a desire to help rescue those who are still held captive. The Scenic Route circles back to show others that there is a way out, that there is a place where you will be able to breathe again.

That’s the beauty of freedom.  It is not content to just be free, it desperately wants others to find it too.