it was for my freedom…


He stood in the hallway in basketball shorts,
his hair clean and damp.

“What should I wear today?”

This child, now man, asks me this??
He’s seventeen!

“Clothes,” I replied with a grin.
“As long as you are completely clothed,
which means you must put on a shirt,
I really don’t care what you wear.
I stopped battling you on church clothes a long time ago.”

“Yeah,” he smiled.
We both remember the endless Sunday morning arguments
and wiping tears before walking in with a hand held tightly
and a fake smile plastered to my face.
It hasn’t been long enough to forget.

“I’m wearing this,” I said. “I’m walking over. See you when you get there.”

He looked at my blouse, blue jeans, and sandals.

“Okay,” he said.
As I was leaving, I saw him reach for his black slacks and black belt
from the laundry room.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves
be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.
Galatians 5:1

And on Easter morning, we stood and sang
“I am free!”

And my soul sang.

It was for my freedom
from my own Pharisaical ways
that He fulfilled the Law,
because I cannot.

I’ve lived with far too many
self-imposed rules
and spent the majority of that 17-year-olds life
making him live by them too.

I think we both felt a little freedom yesterday
to come to Jesus as we were…
me in blue jeans, blouse, sandals~
my son in black slacks, shoes, belt and blue dress shirt.

On a beautiful Easter morning,
celebrating our risen Savior,
He whispered to my soul,
“Because of me,
you are free!”

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