Freedom. I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve grown so accustomed to the fence around me. And yet I see myself in a wide open field and my heavenly Father has kicked down the fence. “Come enjoy the field. Come smell the flowers and eat the fruit,” I hear my Jesus beckon. I find myself standing there in the middle of where the fence once stood. It feels safer here, but there is no abundant life standing here in the middle of this self-imposed prison. Can I really venture out… Read More