Unbound

He gave me breath.  I took it for granted.  

He bore my burdens.  I took them back.  Couldn’t be bothered by Grace.

He opened his arms.  I shook my head “no”

Yet, he never let me go.

I found myself struggling and struggling with God.  When he NEVER fought with me.  

He only stood fighting for me… against the “rulers, authorities, powers of this dark world” (Eph. 6:12)

I found myself bound tight to the pain and suffering of a young boy.  

He released my pain - even as I grasped desperately for that same pain.

He gave me healing.  I found ways to damage myself over and over again.

He gave His Son.  I walked away.

He waited.  Patiently as a father looking longingly for his ‘lost’ son.

I kept running away.  Further and further away.

I showed up.  One day beaten and worn of flesh and spirit. 

He waited still…

“Son, what do you want?”

“I want to live.”

He gave me life.  I inhaled it as quickly as I could.

He wiped my slate clean.  I lay shivering on the floor.

He bent down.  I reached out to take his hand.

He showed me Love. I am unbound.

I am His.

03/23/23

clc

~ Peace

The Burtle