I'M FREE!

We were at the park a few days ago. We've been to the park at least once a day all week. Most days, we've been twice. On Wednesday, we went to the big park. It's on the way home from the gym and we love it. 

There was a little boy close to Noah's size following him around. To both boys, I said, you boys look like you are about the same age, I bet you could play together. I asked the boy how old he was. 

He worked really hard to get three fingers up. It took work, people. Putting three fingers up isn't easy. But when he didn't say anything, Noah stared at him. 

I could tell Noah was getting a little perturbed with his lack of language. 

Finally, Noah said:  

 free (three)?

are you free?

say free.

if you're free, then say, I'M FREE.

can you say it?

f-r-e-e!

just say it. I'm free.

Mom, he's free. I don't know why he won't just say it.

Sometimes we are like the little boy at the park. We are free. God has redeemed it, whatever IT is. Sin, shame, failures, hurts...all of it. We are covered by our Savior's love and grace, yet we won't say it. We don't live it. We look at the world dumbfounded when, all the while, we should be yelling...

I'm Free.

If your free, then say it...I'M FREE!

Another lesson chalked up the the innocence of my almost three free year old.