S t r e t c h open limbs and fingertips.
Stand fast amidst breezes, atop cliffs, through studded forests of shadows.
Be wide, unhindered, unobstructed to the scenes around.
Plenty are the possibilities when clutched no longer becomes our posture.
I can often enclose around my branches, squeezing shut in locked cages.
Like an insect, snapping into a ball if the slightest threat breezes past.
And yet other times, I am abandon in her glory.
Usually witnessing nature is its quiet symphony.
There I can be peace. Encompass serene. Live in the vast.
If you’ve ever tried to distinguish something cluttered together, you can find it difficult to understand the intricacies. Yet if that jumble is spread open – details emerge. Lovely specifics stand visible, no longer scraping for space to be seen.
Emerge is the picture of freedom.
Pieces fit together when once scattered is identity found.
Often I live as if standing open for all the things I am is torture-welcome posture.
If I live unbarred, I encapsulate vulnerable. Yet if I live unbarred, I guarantee barbs of dislike, frustration, rejection – those whose angered shushes and rolled-eyes gain power to crumple me…paper thrown away.
None can tell another these threats aren’t true possibility. We live in this world. Judging, broken itself, full of opinion and preference. Even within the Body. Where spurning lash its worst and tragically, often does.
Still…time and again His love speaks to liberty. To prostrate. To open, complete surrender.
That is how we’re built to live.
That is how nails displayed our saving.
“So if the Son liberates you [makes you free men], then you are really and unquestionably free.” ~ John 8:36, AMP, emphasis mine
It is Friday. It is time. Join us, link up, encourage a sister, don’t hesitate to share – break bread – with one another. You will only be higher-lifted.
Today I am quieter. I pause to say emptier, so I shall say muted. Yet I look forward to sharing in this day with my FMF sisters. Let us begin. Dialogue. Let us remind each other how to live.