It's almost nonsensical...the notion of freedom from self.
The world recreates this beloved treasure
as a vague and faint shade of reality,
the picture of true freedom...
with edges blurred beyond definition.
I feel like, in my mind, I know that I am free;
but in my heart I have this incredible and
insatiable will and dream to be broken,
redeemed, and bare for the world to know...
to know and see my freedom in Christ.
But for my relief, time and time again,
I'm given this revived-nostalgic epiphany
of how the chains that drag my feet are broken
away and the weight of my own burdensome
world is lifted from my weak shoulders.
God breathes life into me.
The same epiphany... I taste in an infinite array
of surprisingly sweet whispers of grace.
It's a never-ending beauty that I am privileged to experience.
Thankful for all hardships and blessings, always.
