Clarity comes in the small moments
when Faith breaks the chains hobbling our thoughts
and Righteousness in Christ means a mind free from the clatter
of single grooved recordings.
A time to draw a line and say this far and no further. . .for that time but no longer
you may not dismiss me
and make me feel small
or ashamed of a pain that is real.
There are nail scarred hands that hold me and a Voice that sings over me,
"Whom the Son has set free, is free indeed. . ."
Counting the Grace Gifts of freedom. . .
#0463 - Someone guiding. . .Someone eager. . .some part of me knew, He was placing Peace in our home to speak to hearts. . .His picture on the mantel. . .His Word open on the table. . .His voice calling, "Come, I have eagerly desire to share this meal with you. . ."
#0465 - healing prayer, soaking prayer. . .for freedom
#0466 - autumnal hydrangeas, coppery green bouquets in a bowl of silver. . .the freedom of garden flowers
#0467 - little knight in chain mail staring a long while at the poster of the princess and a kneeling knight dressed much the same. . .oh, the wonder and freedom of dreams and possibilities
#0468 - little "Dorothy" carefully and intently assembling the peanut butter and chocolate acorns and delicately scooping caramel over apples. . .the best freedom is the mesmerizing, catch-and-hold-your-breath-kind of doing a job well that you've never done before. . .
#0470 - early service Sunday and thick frost on the windshield. . .when did summer slip through my fingers leaving them red and numb with cold?. . .making it on time to church any way. . .the freedom of choosing to do it anyway
#0471 - a courageous movie, holding hands with you, and barely keeping the sobs inaudible. . .no matter, everyone else is crying, too. . .because courage is an unbearably beautiful and bittersweet freedom
#0472 - the freedom of allowing you to love me. . .accepting that it is after all possible that you really just left the comfort of your easy chair after a long, hard week, just to sit beside me on the sofa with your arm around my shoulder. . .
#0473 - the freeing sound of your glad, little voice, sharing my load and shoring me up with wisdom - always beyond your years. . .
#0474 - those little first-thought-in-the-morning inspirations (the split-second before lashes untangle and eyes open) like fishing with donuts or tuna casserole with secret ingredients. . .the freedom of imagination and creativity
#0475 - the realization when this time you turn to prayer instead of chocolate first . .and you realize Father is not surprised or supremely disappointed after all. . .He knew all along. . .and you can almost feel the breath of His pleasure and relief like a caress on your cheek. . . because at last you are not going to jump ship again but see this one out till the very end. . .and freedom comes. . .
Counting with the community at. . .