Written April 2, 2010
 
Today was the day we presented our new teams.
It was also a time to worship, to praise God for the things
He’s done and continues to do in our lives.
I had a moment (or two or more) where mistakes I’ve made in
the past came back to taunt me-

Even though I’d already been forgiven I’d been set free.
 
So I sought out Megan, my new team leader, to pray with me.
I broke down.
After I did that, or maybe in the midst of it, God gave
Megan this incredible analogy for where I was at, and what I needed to do.
 
Imagine you’re in prison, on death row, for the most heinous
crime ever committed by man.
A judge or someone comes along and set you free.
No – more than that.
They set you free, and invite you to live in their home –
their mansion.
You have your own room, your own bathroom, even.
And you’re free.
Was that mentioned before?
F-R-E-E. Free.
 
But instead of acting on that freedom, you hide in your
room.
You don’t use the bathroom you’ve been given – you use a
corner of the bedroom.

Why?
Because it’s what’s familiar.
It’s what you know.
 
That’s what I was doing.
God, the Maker of the Universe, who destined me for truly
amazing things, gave His Son as a ransom to set me free.
I’m the you, and I was going back to what I knew.
I wasn’t even remotely acting in the freedom I’ve been
given, so God used Megan to call me out on it.
I can’t say it won’t happen again, but I’m thankful God won’t let me slip too
far back.

(to be continued)