Independence Day

Something said Sunday morning stuck with me and hit me early today. Shouldn't those who have been forgiven and set free by Jesus, who have found eternity in His arms, be the happiest, most care free people around? Should we not be celebrating it at every turn, with all of our hearts? My life has been so transformed by the grace of God -- I had a really hard time during the early years of my faith allowing myself to accept grace. I could not wrap my head around the fact that God loves me just as I am, that He forgives me my sins and doesn't expect perfection, but rather a changed heart and attitude. It was easier to live in the shadow of fear than to really allow myself to fall head-long into a love that is unconditional and given freely. But when that corner in my mind was finally turned...what a day. Truly one to celebrate. I am not saying I can pinpoint the moment, it was more like these energy saver lights coming on. It started to glow a bit, got brighter, and finally, when I truly allowed myself to sink into the deep love of God and to be loved by Him, the light came on full strength. And I am so thankful...

Is that not what we need to celebrate? Independence from the guilt of what we've done, or failed to do, or even what we think of ourselves? Set free to see ourselves as God does -- children, loved deeply and truly and without condition, free to run and absolutely love life like it was intended to be? Maybe when we grab hold of that, some fireworks are in order!