Freedom
On Thursday I was hoovering (vacuuming) upstairs. I pulled out Addison's crib away from the wall to hoover behind it because it gets so dusty. I remembered that the backside of her crib was broken and propped up with a piece of wood. Classy, isn't it? It was safe, don't worry. But since I've just potty trained her, I figured it would make sense to take that broken side off her crib and allow her some freedom. Ahem.
What was I thinking???
Actually, it hasn't been that bad. Yet. We put a bed rail on the side so she won't fall out even though it's not that far to roll out. So there is just a small space where she can get out. The first day she thought it was great and called it her "new gate." I put her down for a nap and she slept great, didn't even try to get out of her bed. I was amazed. Then at bedtime that night, same thing, she went right to sleep and even woke up at 5am saying "I wanna get out my bed" and I thought that was funny because she didn't even know she could! Now, Friday was a different story-two potty accidents and she kept coming out of her room- but the thing that keeps playing over in my mind is how she was free, but didn't know it.
She's been in her crib for over 2 years. She was so used to it that she didn't even attempt to try to get out.
It's a lot like me actually.
Jesus Christ has set me free from anxiety and fear, but I sit in it many times not even recognising that I can get out! It's familiar, it's comforting in a weird way because it's what I know, it's what I do. But there's so much of life out there, if I would just scoot to the edge and climb out.
"Now God, don't hold out on me, don't hold back your passion. Your love and truth are all that keep me together." Psalm 40:11 The Message