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  • Jesus gave me the most glorious gift today. Earlier this evening after Blaire's Bridal Luncheon i was feeling miserably nauseous and decided to take a nap, one which went by entirely too fast and found me still out of sorts an hour later. I decided i couldn't go back out with the girls, much to my dismay, and laid for another two hours fighting to fall back asleep. It proved to be an unattainable feat. I rose off of the couch to the sound of thunder outside. Hoping for rain, i made it out onto the back porch along with Mrs. Beth, Blaire's momma. The temperature was perfect, it had yet to rain, only the sound of softly rolling thunder, and from their deck I watched magic happen...Fireflies. I haven't seen these amazing insects since my childhood, visiting family in Galesburg, Illinois. Down in their yard I sat watching them appear and disappear all around me, completely in awe. A jar sat on the small side table, filled with fatigued lightning bugs which had been captured the night before. They moved slowly, feebly, as if they were willing themselves to die, and no light was emitted from them. I opened the jar and slowly, one by one, they came back to life; making their way to the top of the jar, a few long seconds in the fresh, cool air, and they were revived, lighting up and flying off. I figured it must have been the heat of day that stole away their precious energy. So i stood, jar in hand, awaiting the brief moments of flickering light to chase after and, hopefully, catch one of these captivating creatures. It took a while but i eventually caught one, and then another, but the moment they found themselves encased in the jar, it was as if i stole their light away. As though the simple notion of freedom is all they needed to divulge the energy required for those brief moments of light, the price of which is just too high to expel in moments of captivity.

    At this point the thunder has become more frequent and lightning has appeared, rain softly sprinkles but i am protected by a towering, ancient oak. I take a seat on the swing and indulge in the unexplainable beauty unfolding around me. My favorite things; fireflies, rain, thunder, lightning, a warm summer night cooling down from the heat of day, tall, tall trees and a simple swing. Above the soft sprinkle of rain i hear birds calling out to each other from the trees, and as i rest the fireflies make themselves less sparse. It is still twilight and looking up through the break of the trees, the silhouette of a spider on her web reveals itself above the swing. Jesus knew this precious moment was exactly what i needed: solitude, His music, His voice, His beauty, His magic. My sweet Jesus.

    The firefly is me, it is each of us. We produce the most radiant, magical light when in the freedom of Jesus. But the world so easily captures us, confines us, instills fear and makes us forget the splendor of His freedom; we become dull, unable to produce the energy needed to expel that enticing light. This light draws others to us, it is remarkable, and just as i wanted to capture it in a jar and preserve the magic, the world strives to restrain us.

    I want to dwell in the freedom of my Father. I want to cling to the peace of His grace, the refreshment of His abounding love. I want to rest in His presence and run from the ensnaring traps of the world, forever clinging to my Papa's hand. I know what it is to be enslaved and I have felt what it means to be free, my heart's desire is to abide in the freedom of the Lord.

    "Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." -2 Corinthians 3:17

    "Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it." -John 1:3-5
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