As a child, I raced around my neighborhood on my ten-speed at dusk, pumping pedals in even cadence, arms spread wide. My parents called me in as the sun disappeared, but I would linger. Each time I met God in the secret place, I was free. Yet over time, my zeal was replaced by the hamster wheel of achievement. I bought the lie that love could be earned, and my worth depended on the approval of others. I hustled and chased life by the tail, desperate to keep up.
Christ doesn’t say you can be or may be or will be free. He says you are free.
Dare you believe it?
In You Are Free, Rebekah invites you to:
Freedom is for everyone who wants it—the lost, the wounded, and those weary from striving. It’s for those who gave up trying years ago. It’s for those who are angry and hurt, brilliant and burnt by the Christian song and dance. You are the church, the people of God. You were meant to be free.