Born to be Free

The written word means a lot to me.  I have a decade's worth of letters saved and rarely delete anything but junk emails.  Friends come and go sometimes, but I like to remember that they were here and cared - at least at one point.  ;) Well, there's been a lot going on, a lot that's been pressed upon me lately and risked letting depression return (which is scary in and of itself - to say nothing of the causes.) It's hard for me to admit when I need help.  I don't like to bother people - even though I might need a voice of hope desperately. The other day I remembered a note a friend had slipped me a while back when I was going through many of the same issues. I rummaged through old books and drawers and managed to find it, re-read it a bit slower this time.  One sentence in particular snagged on a split edge of my soul. "Amidst all you're going through, He's right there loving you and carrying you through - and He always will be." It was

My pastor has been preaching through Hebrews 11 - a couple weeks ago he spoke about Abraham. It hit me when I was walking to work - how my story (and the stories of many of my friends) are so similar to his. You have Abram living in his hometown, married to Sarai.  He's fairly young, and he's got a lot of opportunities there. Then one day, God speaks to Abram, tells him He wants him to move. Where?  He wasn't about to tell him yet. "Pack your bags and hit the road!  Yes, I know you are completely unaware of what direction to head in." So Abram sets out, trusting that God will show him where to go.  This wasn't a "please show me what dreams to pursue over the next month" sort of thing.  That is a step of faith for some. But for Abram?  This was a day-by-day thing.  Forget about tomorrow. "God, please show me where you want me to go today.  I have no idea what to do about tomorrow." I'm sure many high-school seniors have