Every year as the 4th of July approaches I think about July 4, 1992. For that particular 4th of July, I was approaching the one year anniversary of my mom’s death, July 14, 1991. That was the year I was on my way to meet some friends to watch fireworks and a terrifying thought crossed my mind as I drove along. What if I forget her? What if the memories begin to fade?
As this idea swept over my brain, I became so upset that I had to turn the car around and go home. Thankfully, when I arrived back at the house, my then sister-in-law, who had lost her mom when she was 15 years old, wrapped her arms around me and reassured me; you will never forget.
Every 4th of July since the one in 1992, it’s this memory that fills my brain more than any other. I remember those words “you will never forget” and I am thankful they still hold true nearly 27 years later. I have not forgotten.
The more I think about this memory, the more I think it’s an appropriate way to honor and celebrate our Independence Day.
You never forget the preciousness of love; you never forget the preciousness of freedom.
Freedom and Love
A taste of both can change the trajectory of your life forever. A taste of both fills you with a desire to stand alongside those living in bondage and oppression. You want others to experience the sweet embrace of unconditional love. You want others to experience that unforgettable moment when their prison door swings open and the warm sunshine hits their cheeks.
An old post I wrote came to mind as I was thinking about all of this. Thought I would share it again.
Freedom Circles Back
Written December 29, 2012
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. Freedom circles back.