Feelings. Emotions. Running through my mind and heart and out my fingertips. My hands raised to God releasing them toward heaven. A connection. A serious and deep connection: eternity breached. Hurt, fear and failure, lifted up and released. In its place a healing sauve that binds all wounds, erasing scars. Healing. Assurance. Purpose.
Strength. In the confessing my weaknesses are bound. Sheer power is unleashed when the doors are opened. The doors must remain open. Trading death for life and embracing love. A gift not earned. Never earned only given away. Grace.
Freely given. Though purchased through the pain of death.
Freely given. Though only a few will reach down to grasp hold of it.
Feelings. Emotions. The language of the heart. Interpreting a world not our own.
Thank God for Grace.
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