The past five years have been difficult to say the least. I’ve moved twice. Each time leaving behind important parts of my life, only to find myself starting all over.
A fresh start can be freeing.
My last home was beautiful, but in the final year of our stay, chaotic and unpleasent. My back yard, once my refuge, became a source of great stress. Filled with noise from both neighbor’s unruly pets.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for pets.
I had a sweet little dog of 14 years myself. But our neighbors’ dogs filled the air with foul smells and incessant barking.
Not the stuff of a quality day-spa.
My quiet back yard became a source of anxiety and great annoyance. It was the right amount of pressure that caused my emotional attachment to my neighborhood and community to slowly fade.
Here, in my new home, it’s the exact opposite.
I go and sit on my comfortable couch in my screened in back porch. I listen to the cooing of doves, the busyness of the squirrels, ducks fishing on the lake, and the whispers of leaves falling.
A serene vacation that lulls me to peace.
Freedom is sometimes wrapped in an array of trouble, heartache, pain, loss, or grief.
Like rainbows in a storm.
I found my peace, but only after the chaos.
Maybe that’s how it’s suppose to be.
I mean, after all, how are we able to recognize freedom if we never know what bondage is?
How is your freedom looking today?