One year in the life of a freedom journal.
Words tapped out for the world.
One heart no longer hidden.
A life that says, "Here I am, Lord. Send me."
With sweat dripping down her back.
In an old chair that rocks her only comfort.
There have been days...
When I have known that Jesus set me up.
Thought I would just paint pretty pictures of freedom.
Too late, realized.
The picture He gave is what He asks of us all.
To hang our lives outstretched.
No. He alone bore that burden.
Wearing our names right there on His heart.
The names of souls who would swing great blows on the nails.
While He interceded on our behalf.
So we could live in all this great billowing freedom.
Free from the tyranny of the enemy of our souls.
Freedom that Jesus purchased on that terrible, beautiful day.
To live FREE.
That is our mission, friends.
Should we choose to accept it.
Freedom Journal is taking a vacation! I'm taking some unplugged time to be with my family this coming week. Thanks to all you freedom fighters out there who read and comment and support and pray and encourage... and don't mind so much that I write in run ons and fragments. :) Love you all!