“Prison or freedom?” My friend asked.
Was this a trick question? I wondered before responding. “Prison, at least I’ll have a bed. ”
He frowned. “Right”
“Then I can get a break from all these flipping responsibilities …”
The creases on the side of his mouth deepened. ”You must have hit your head- harder than I thought. Really you are going to choose a prison over your freedom?”
” Maybe I’m just tired of being the freedom girl. What if I just forget this whole calling, gifting, faith thing and take the easy way out and do some menial thing and get paid -it’s not really prison it’s more like a job…”
“You know you are un-employable?” He asked. “I mean not in the bad way but rather in the good way that you’re too committed to what you’re here for to invest in something that is someone else’s journey…”
That is my problem I know too much. I know what I’m suppose to do and it scares me and so I’d rather just go get a prison bed and at least know that at the end of the day I’ll have a bed. But of course I won’t choose the known over what faith is calling me into. And double drags I won’t shuck off my responsibility for staying true to the God who created me. I will continue to go where I am called. I will continue to let faith and freedom guide me and I will continue this bungee jumping life of mine for it appears to be my destiny.. ..
Okay so every once in awhile I consider forgetting all this calling, faithful, becoming stuff and just go for something safe, secure and sort of certain. I want God to show up in person- visible and confirm I’m really meant for the unknown. I want to know that I’m not choosing freedom because I was born a rebel but because its the spiritual journey I’ve been called to. I will believe. I will trust. I will not sell out or betray the God who designed me to live a life that most days feels anything but safe, secure, comfortable or even normal. …
Prison Or Freedom? Dysfunction Junction.
Photos taken in Kirkland Washington by Hope24Seven
