Finding Freedom in the Small Moments

Do we ever truly stop to consider what it means to walk in freedom?
It is a heavy word—freedom. It is more than a political right; it is a spiritual condition. As the Apostle Paul reminded us, “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free” (Galatians 5:1). Most of us never weigh the true sanctity of our liberty until we feel the walls closing in. But when we strip away the noise of the world, what does it truly mean to be free?
The answer is found in the whispers:
• To a bird, freedom is the limitless sky, a gift of the wind.
• To a prisoner, it is the simple turn of a key, an answer to a prayer.
• But for most of us, freedom is something much quieter. It is the steady, sacred power of choice.

The Stewardship of the Soul

We often look for God in the grand miracles, but I believe He lives in the small agency He grants us every morning. Freedom is the quiet space between a thought and an action. It is the stewardship of our own lives—the choice of which voices we allow to speak into our spirits and which paths we choose to walk.
We don’t always notice these blessings because they don’t feel like “liberation”; they just feel like life. But yesterday, I realized that even a fluorescent-lit room can become a sanctuary if you are there on your own two feet.

A Liturgy at the DMV

I found myself at the DMV, a place usually reserved for patience and paperwork. But as I waited, I felt an unexpected surge of gratitude. I was there to get a tag for my car. As I paid, the weight of the moment hit me: I was paying for a tag on a car that my ex-husband did not own.
This wasn’t just a transaction; it was a testimony. It was a car God had blessed me with. For a long time, my “movement” in this world was tied to someone else’s permission. But there, in that mundane office, I realized that God had restored my path. I was reminded of Psalm 18:36: “You provide a broad path for my feet, so that my ankles do not give way.” That car was more than metal and tires—it was a vessel for my own journey, a physical sign of the independence I had prayed for. In that moment, the “power of choice” felt like a divine gift.

Steering Your Own Life

We often wait for a “mountain-top” experience to feel free, but the Spirit often moves in the most ordinary places. Freedom is found in the ability to sign your own name, to drive where your heart leads, and to honor the life you’ve been given to lead.

I invite you to reflect today: What “small” freedom has God restored to you? As it says in Isaiah 61:1, He comes “to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives.” Don’t let the routine of your day-to-day life blind you to the miracle of your own agency. You are no longer bound; you are the one steering the life you were meant to live. It is a choice. It is your choice.