Have you ever thought of packing your things up and leaving your house, planning to live in a small apartment and spend your probably what-- ten years of being single, literally singleness, because you believe that you can already take care of yourself?

I did. But it didn't happen. Here's the thing:  I couldn't afford an apartment. I'm too broke to even think about it.

Kidding aside, that was the meaning of freedom for me. It's doing things on my own, without asking permission from my parents, and waking up to the sound of a rusty alarm clock and not the 4/4 beat of my mother's nagging voice.

While it painted such a beautiful image in my head, the consequence of independence, the totality of it, was still amorphous back then. I didn't realize that when a person lives on his own, the exciting thought of privacy, movie time and peaceful bedtime is nothing against the reality of maintaining the whole place in spic and span, weekly laundry, monthly paying of bills and the unending what-to-eat dilemma. (This is the time when you'll pick up the phone and call mom)

Independence is quite an interesting thing to have. To be able to do things in your way seems to bring such achievement in oneself. In fact, there are lots of independent people out there who are successful in their respective fields that many of us today look up to them, inspired to do the same thing.

Unfortunately, the relativism that independence is always a good idea has been proven otherwise by a very important event a very long time ago.

But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate, and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked. And they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves loincloths.
(Genesis 3:4-7 ESV)

We are all familiar to this story. The serpent lured Adam and Eve and gave them an insane ardor for independence. By eating the fruit, their eyes were opened and they started to decide what is right and wrong on their own terms (v.10).

Rules are the real killjoys, I once thought. Being under the ruling of somebody else may sometimes be unbearable especially when the ruler sets a specific do's and dont's.

But with God, it is different.

We think that when we're living in line with God's Word and principles, we're not free because there are things that He doesn't want us to do which hinder us from being happy.


The real independence comes the moment you decide to be dependent on God, because the moment you accepted Him to have a control over your life, to be your Savior, you're already freed from the heaviest shackle of all: death.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have an eternal life." (John 3:16)
I like what William P. Young said in his book (my favorite) The Shack, "By choosing to declare what's good and evil you seek to determine your own destiny. It was this turning that has caused so much pain."
Today, let's stop trying to manipulate our own destiny by trusting God with our lives. Just like our parents, He wants the best for us and He only cares and loves us so much. So if there's any moment in your life that you feel like God is telling you to stop doing a particular thing, that is because He wants to protect you and not the other way around. He is not taking your happiness from you, He's taking the thing that you think is your happiness because He knows so well that that thing/person will only hurt you in the end.
Speaking of end, let me conclude this by saying: when you cut your connection with God, you have also cut the connection from the Source of Life, which is Him.
"In Him was life, and the life was the light of me." (John 1:4)

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Published by Muyang Smiles