In the cool of the day, God went walking in the garden. At the sound of his approach Adam and Eve made a beeline for the trees.
And we have been living in hiding ever since. Making barriers that we think protect us when in truth they isolate.
We were made, not for hiding, but to live out in the open. With each other. With ourselves. With God. With abandon, not caring unduly what others think.
This part of Eden comes more naturally to some. But it is not meant to be a statement on personality. I might be one to publicly hula-hoop but that is no more or less an act of abandon than the writing of a poem, the running of a mile on a secluded road, the whistling a tune.
Living with abandon is not about personality, but a position of the heart. David is known for dancing before the Lord without abandon, much to his wife’s chagrin. As David pointed out to her, the heart of living with abandon is celebration before the Lord. And celebration can take on many forms, not just dancing.
Road trips when I was a child were magical. After spending two days in Bessie Green Bus, eating out of the “food box,” and playing cards all the way from Denver to Michigan, it was a delight to be set free at our grandparents. The charm of those summer nights as dusk began to set and three Colorado girls delighted in the flickering of fire flies. Chasing them with jars, squealing, running here and there, our parents and grandparents delighting with us.
A taste of abandon recorded in my bones.
Where is abandoned recorded in you?
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