Today I am thinking about freedom and space to breathe.
I see the word story posted on Five Minute Friday's link-up with Lisa-Jo, and I realize how again and again this word keeps popping back up in all different places.
Story and writing. What I know is a necessity. How God has called me before to write about story and the ways He does still, nudges me out of my comfort zone, to write about those places He has shown me grace.
I scribble nonstop on the plane, coming to Ohio for a few days. Finally, finally, there's space to write about freedom, what I've been wanting to write about for so long now. Nevermind anything else going on, the words are there, they need to come out.
I know there are still things I'm afraid to put into words on the page. But a lived story, written down, even slowly, can spell out the graces received. The faithfulness and mercy of God. Love poured out.
"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever." -Psalm 118