On a day at the end of last semester where I had a gap of delightful free space to breathe, and walk on campus, and reflect and pray and write a poem in the library, I found myself marveling at how rather than just reveling and enjoying the time, how strong the pull was to get in my head and get lost in guilt and such. How many times I have frittered away joy.
Just because one is declared emancipated doesn’t mean he or she knows how to actually live in that freedom.
I need to keep learning it.
Title and some imagery are from one of the most poignant chapters in the whole Bible, Ezekiel 16.
