Wondering about my Wanderings

Released

I am awake and in a sense released from sleep. That does not mean that I will not go back and have a nap at some point. When I think of the word released I think of being freed from a prison of some sort. The air from my lungs is caught in a balloon until I let it go. In some cases releasing means that I made a big noise to get out. I need some sort of explosion to let other people know that I am there and need to be dealt with. At other times I let go of what was making me feel caught inside and put my energy in a different place. I may get involved in a new relationship, job or place that I thought I would never go.

At a time when I had entered a new marriage, I felt bound up by trying to find the right church. I could have popped like a balloon and made a big noise. I chose to let go and attend a church where I was one of the only white person. I was released alright. The pastor was a friend of mine for Seminary. I sat up in the front row and was put in a leadership row as long as I was there. And Boy could they worship! I was released in order that I might share joy. I was released so that I might find opportunity to help others get free. Now that in a nutshell is what I mean by being released.