It's the moment that you choose to tell someone that their smile is beautiful, but even more so, deeper than that, their soul. It's the idea that you choose to act on. It's the day where you lack momentum yet choose to press forward. It's when you dress up for no one but yourself. It's the song that you choose to sing. It's in the faith of who you are becoming, choosing your progression of bettering yourself. But it's also recognizing this truth -- that you are more than enough, whatever "enough" means to you, for who you are in this season of your life is something worth being proud of too. It's also the choice to be vulnerable, to be meek, to be humble, to ask for help, to cry a little or even more than you care to.
It's waking up to the realization that you are wealthy, rich in blessings and beloved people. It's the action of feeling, of feeling like you should give that old friend a call, which you don't think very much of, after all it is just a phone call, but you choose to do it and in the process are an answer to pleading prayer. It's making extra soup and running to a neighbor just because. It's offering a helping hand, it's offering a heart willing to serve. It's the nights that you choose to walk away from piles of work to have dinner with your family, the television off, the cell phones put away, just enjoying the presence of being together. It's not always knowing but following through with that still small feeling anyway.
It's deciding that your time is too precious to just let it slip away. It's the days you choose to invest, which I am finding out to be the most vital aspect in my life.
Freedom, it is all of this and even more, it's yours, it's mine, it's ours.
The clock ticks on, time moves steadily without regard to anyone. It cannot be bought or dishonest, yet it can cost us everything or can multiply in value. It's in your ultimate gift of undiminished, unshrinking freedom of time, of choice.