Gentle Reader,
Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the #fmfparty peeps. We’re writing about: release.
Go.
God, release me from the powerful hold of anxiety.
Or rather show me that the figurative jail cell is already open. That you’ve already released me. That I can walk out. Be free.
God, thank You for the release of gardening, for the feel of the soft petals against my skin. Thank You for the powerful scent of the roses, released into the air with each opening blossom. It surrounds me. Thank You even for the thorns, for their stinging prick, a tangible reminder of Your grace. Why it reminds me of that, I don’t know. Maybe because pain is now redeemed, in You.
God, work a miracle and release Your servants, Saeed and Meriam, from prison. That Your Name may be glorified, Your fame spread through the earth. And for them. For their families. That they may be reunited. Through them and their testimony in the midst of pain, release a powerful working of Your Spirit.
Release us, Your people, Your children, from the desire to please others. Teach us to please You. Teach us to step forth in the boldness of love, doing all that we can to share the truth with others – in humility. Because we were once there. We were once lost.
Now we are found. Released from wrath. Released from an eternity of separation. Released from the old into the new. Released into grace, into hope, into peace, into adoption.
Into Your arms.
Stop.
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