I heard the story of a man who, after thirty-five years in prison, was finally released. For decades his every move had been bound by law, and finally he was free to explore life. But after thirty-five years of rigid routine and structure, he struggled to adjust to this new found freedom. In desperation, craving the familiar confines of his former limitations, he robbed a local mini-mart. When police arrived, he surrendered to them and shortly thereafter was returned to prison.
He willingly gave up his freedom to return to what he once knew. Unbelievable.
And then it occurred to me: I do the same thing every day.
As a believer, my freedom has been purchased with great cost, my ransom paid in full. I’ve been redeemed from the bondage of sin by the blood of Christ. But my shackles are never further than my own back pocket.
And all too often, I pull them out, slip them on, and chain myself to burdens that aren’t mine to bear.
I’m so glad to be guest posting this week in Abby McDonald’s series: 31 Days to Life Unstuck. Please follow me over to Abby’s place to finish reading what God has shown me about those shackles I too often wear, and the sweetness of finding true freedom in Christ.
You can find these words linked up at my favorite spots: Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory), Kelly Balarie (#raralinkup), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), and Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday).