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be free.

How beautiful that we are simply and freely children--expected to make mistakes but loved just the same.

I was reminded recently about how the Gospel gives us freedom. My friend said that the Gospel gives us "freedom to simply be His sons and daughters." That speaks so much truth into my life.

Children have always been a source of joy in my life. I love being around children. They are hilarious, free, giving, stingy, dirty, soft and geniuses. I've learned countless things from children. One of my favorite parts of being a child is that it gives so much freedom. Children do not know everything and they don't have to. They are essentially expected to make mistakes--learning as they go. Even in though they make mistakes they are loved just the same. It's unconditional. Sure, kids get in trouble--sometimes they do know the right thing--but on the whole they are simply forgiven without question.

That's the beauty of the Gospel--among many other things--that we are free to simply be children.

God doesn't expect us to be perfect, He knows we're going to mess up. But, He loves us just the same. He loves us through it and beyond it and then tells and allows us to be children again.

Be free.


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