Typically, when it comes time to write, a blank white page is vast and inviting. A wide open space. A king-size bed with clean sheets. An empty beach at sunrise.
But today, this little white blog box that appears on my screen has a fence-like quality. Tight and cramped. Like any piece of my heart I put in will sit there, caged. Trapped. Minimized. Tame.
I don't want that. I don't want to corral my life into neat little sentences and tidy little paragraphs. I don't
I want my thoughts to run.
I want my faith to stream on by---not because it needs to hurry up and get somewhere, but because it can. Because that's what it was born to do. Think wild ponies . . . all pretty and fast and free.
I can't express these experiences. I don't even know how.
And that's OK . . .
because I'm learning what happens when your faith outruns your vocabulary. When your soul outgrows your body. When you realize that what makes NO sense to the world makes perfect sense to the Lord . . .
Freedom happens.
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The Spirit also helps our weakness . . . the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
---Romans 8:26 NASB
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But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.---2 Corinthians 3:16-17 NIV
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For why should my freedom be judged by another's conscience? If I take part in the meal with thankfulness, why am I denounced because of something I thank God for?---1 Corinthians 10:29-30 NIV
