One down and twenty more to go…..my thoughts as I unfollowed all of the “famous” people I thought were important. You know…those people that everybody in our circles quote and say, “Have you heard so and so’s talk on blah blah blah?” I don’t care anymore what they have to say. They are just human beans just like me with flaws and scars and history and junk… They aren’t perfect, and I don’t need to hang on their every word. I don’t care what they have to say about politics or the latest news story or why I shouldn’t go see a certain movie (yes, you know who I’m referring to). So, I’ll just unfollow all of the sheep….pick up my Bible as I head to the living room….and follow the One I was meant to from the beginning….the Great Shepherd.
I watched it fly away that day and could only think of one word….Freedom! I finally understood that line from Braveheart. I looked at the faces of my children and saw the relief wash over them of not having to meet unattainable goals and live up to lofty expectations. It was a day of rejoicing in our home. We could party….we could dance…..we could burn the CD’s and the catalogs. My husband could quit bearing the burden of being the all-knowing spiritual leader of our home and just be “dad” and “hubby” again. We could put on our jeans and go to a movie and just enjoy life. The day Doug Phillips fell was the day legalism flew OUT my window and freedom flew IN.
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