Free to Serve!

What comes to mind when you think of the word freedom?

When I think of the United States, my adopted home, I think democracy. Red, white, blue. I even think of all the history lessons I've read/learned trying to catch up to those born here. I think of equality, citizenship. I also think of freedom to speak, to vote, to be part of a society.

When I think of the Dominican Republic, my first home, I think of freedom as the chance to leave my parents. The waited for moment when I got to choose my own life. I think of Jorge. I think of far away, a new culture, even a different language.

When I think of God, my forever deal, I think of eternity, truth, reality. I think of love and grace. I think of transformation and purpose. I think of high calling and royalty. The only ONE who made me free to be a servant by choice!

And the truth shall set you free!

Casket Shopping

I had to fly to the Dominican this week in a very unexpected way. My brother was very ill. His lungs were not working right, one of his kidneys failed, and on went the list. The doctors gave him a few hours to live.

On his dying bed I wondered if he had made peace with God for real. I had so many questions, but no answers. I went with my little sister casket shopping. What would he like, I thought. Blue or gold? Fancy or simple? And then I thought again. Did it really matter? Did I need an answer to those questions?

Have you thought of your preferences? Would it matter where or how you put this body to rest when you are so sure your FATHER is waiting for your soul in your eternal home? I made my very own choice, whatever the kids and Jorge want to do is fine with me. The cheapest/fastest the better. The home Jesus went to prepare for me is going to be awesome, and when the time comes for me to get there, I AM READY! Are you?