Fear is a ruthless motivator and a worthless comforter. My soul searches for a soft place to land.
Fragile were your beginnings in that dark and unseen place but nothing will hinder as you reach for the light, beckoning you lower as love lifts you to new heights of joy and freedom.
The chains that feel heavy today, will soon be changed in the light of His presence and promises.
This time there would be nothing that could stop him. No longer was Peter’s heart testing the Lordship and divinity of Christ. He now fully understood the truth of the one who stood before him.
He simply said, “I AM.”
Shame beckoned me to stay. Grace called me to find my way home.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I started the slow slide into the MRI machine. I’ve never thought of myself as claustrophobic but the image of the pain that was sure to tear through my shoulder and down my arm like a freight train with no way to sit up or change position had set me on edge. Or maybe I was already dangling precariously from said edge. The frozen shoulder that is attempting to preside over my world has worn out…