I was driving into Brentwood-Benson yesterday to write songs. I had just started to think and pray about my current spiritual situation. The last few days had been filled with this rampant attack on my mind. Temptation and distractions from ministry just started hitting me from every side. These lies came back to tempt me, calling me back to somewhere I had previously escaped from. Then I saw this sign in my neighborhood. “Lost Bird”. Wow. I do not own a pet, but of all the pets to own, I think birds might get the worst deal of all. The gift of flight is reduced to a caged existence lived only to amuse people in exchange for crackers and old newspaper. That bird is not lost, he’s free. I bet he sits up in a tree, reads that sign and laughs. He got his shot and took it…he’s free. He can fly again. He can see things from a higher place. He’s not coming back. Ever. Even though the old way of living might have been safer and more predictable, it was also the very thing that robbed him of who he was born to be. I’m not going back either…freedom is much too precious a gift to exchange for safety or comfort. I pray that when you see the sign with your name on it, calling you back to bondage, you laugh at it and savor the freedom of new life. “I have come that you might have life and have it to the full” John 10:10
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