As the storm clouds rolled in, threatening the Independence Day celebrations, the fireworks continued to shower the sky with determination. I slumped down onto one of the playground swings, slowly rocking back and forth. Then I started to pick up speed. Pretty soon I was among the fireworks themselves, bursting forth through the darkness with great steadfastness. As I rose higher and higher I remembered what it was like to be a young kid, carefree with wild abandon.Amen. Have a wonderful July 4th, everybody. We'll be hosting OD, SIL, and their kids the -ens along with my grandparents, who celebrated their 64th wedding anniversary yesterday.
Suddenly nothing mattered. What school I went to, credit card payments, seminaries, my GPA, or what socks I had on. The latest styles, who officiated at my great-grandparents wedding, cell phone payments, or what color tablecloth we use. When my car needs its next oil change, first phone calls, or when my paycheck is coming. As I soared higher and higher I even forgot to care that the playground was full of community members.
Freedom of all worries, competition, care, and angst.
Now that is true independence.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Swinging to Freedom
I really liked this post by JustStam: