What am I enslaved to? Sometimes being in this house all day with the boys, folding these mounds of laundry, and sweeping up endless amounts of dropped food begins to overwhelm me. I wonder why I do what I do and feel like a prisoner in the four walls we call home.
On some days, I can’t even find time to do the things I don’t enjoy much less the things I do. I get burdened down and feel enslaved; all joy is gone.
That’s when the Holy Spirit reminds me that through Him I have freedom. There is no bondage for those who have trusted in Christ.
Serving my family only becomes enslavement when I’m looking to it for freedom.
When I remember what Christ has done to win my freedom, my perspective changes. And although there are still tough days, I can serve and love with joy.