It started with a quiet morning, a beautiful sunrise, and a chair in Aslan's room. My body had sunk into the brown microfiber as I nursed him for the third time since Monday began. Flashback-pain, anxiety, fear. I stare out the window for more clarity. Redemption has come. And when we choose to grab a hold of Him, we redeem the things that are rightfully ours, but have been laid on a dusty shelf, unclaimed. My mind races through a maze of instances.
What is rightfully mine, yet, I have left it behind...
What is rightfully been claimed for me, yet, I haven't grabbed a hold of it...
What is rightfully mine, and I have lept through fields in order to keep it, become it, and spread the good news about it...
Redemption. It started with a quiet morning, a beautiful sunrise, and a chair in Aslan's room.
Take a hold of it for yourself. You'll see what I mean.
The F Word
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