She sat on the grass, picking wildflowers.
She danced alone in that grassy place.
Free.
My choice is you, God, first and only.
The Message
And now I find I’m your choice!
You set me up with a house and yard.
And then you made me your heir!
I waited in the lineup, laughing.
Then I danced on the speakers at the bar.
Free.
Love me, hold me, ‘cause I’m free to do what I want any old time. And I’m free to be who I choose any old time
The Soup Dragons and Junior Reid
What is true freedom, then?
The freedom we danced and sang of when I was a youth at the bar left many of us imprisoned, wrapped so tightly in our bondage that joy dissipated.
The constraints God defines for us bring us to that grassy place where true freedom and joy are found.
And I danced alone, outside in the field, to the music God sang in my heart again this morning.
Your God is present among you . . .
The Message
Happy to have you back, he’ll calm you with his love
and delight you with his songs.
And so, what is best for the woman, dear friend?
Come.
I beckon you to this side of the fence, where true freedom and joy are found.
Have you found your dancing shoes yet?
Put them on! Come – let’s dance together, friend!
Joy awaits!
What are you waiting for?
God longs to delight in you, too, as you put your hand in his and follow Him on a journey.
The term Hephzibah is Hebrew for “my delight is in her.”
You’ll be called Hephzibah, my delight
The Message
Come and dance with us!
Instead of insisting on freedom to create spiritual reality, shouldn’t we be seeking to discover it and disciplining ourselves to live according to it? . . .
In many areas of life, freedom is not so much the absence of restrictions as finding the right ones, the liberating restrictions.
Timothy Keller, The Reason For God
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