My friend and I decided to do a little 'project' to ask our friends for random objects that we'd write a story about. We would write them as fast as we could during free periods at school.
It was 2018 when we started this, but I carried on this pra...
It's suffocating. To live on a beautiful planet but not see it. To live where life thrives, but not experience it.
I once had the freedom to roam the world behind our house. I placed my feet on the ground, my toes smudged in dirt. I splashed in puddles that created a tsunami for ants. I ran through the trees that led to the creek, arms open wide, not minding if my dress got torn by the branches in my way.
I laughed as I once slid on the muddy banks leading to the narrow creek. I once cried as I fell off the swing attached to a tree. I ran with the deer I grew up seeing in this big backyard of ours, I raced with the shadows of the birds who take shelter in the trees above, and I waded with the tadpoles who are now frogs, I'm sure.
I once stood in the creek, feet in the water, eyes following the path the water takes. I stood there, wondering what goes beyond the little horizon, the end of the forest, the other side of the world.
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Now I find myself staring at the same horizon where the sun rises and sets, wondering what my animal friends are doing or where they could be roaming with humans out of the way. I find myself standing in my room surrounded by pastel themed paintings of the world I was once free to roam. I cry when I fall off the edge of my mind, trying to keep my mind at peace. I laugh when I find something to do that keeps me in peace.
And when I found the Good Book, it was more than good. It was good and more. It was alive and stirred me inside. When I felt locked down, locked away from my world of freedom and put down into my own thoughts and wanderings, I thought all was lost. My paintings show the range of emotions and thoughts as I tried to cope and adapt.
But this book, this Bible. It came alive. The words seem to fly off the page, surrounding me with peace, wrapping me with grace. I now know that even if I am alone, I don't have to be lonely and if I feel lonely, I am not alone.
My mind shifted, my heart was lifted, and I feel free. I found true freedom. Not from getting away from lockdown but by being locked into Him.
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Audio version of this short story comes out on August 1, 2021! (It's out!!!)
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