Five Minute Friday: Free

I kneel down, right down in the grassy margin between the church’s foundation and the sidewalk, the sounds of a hundred people scratching their way along the asphalt street ten feet away fading from my ears. Putting my forehead on the grass, I feel the dew cool on my skin.

“If You want to, Lord, You can make me free.”

There is no reply. I am not surprised. Who am I, that my Lord would make such an exception?

My freedom lies elsewhere.

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Feel free to join me in the NEW Five Minute Friday at Kate Motaung’s place. (General details here.) You can find a bunch of folks who have managed to sit still long enough to scavenge something from the unruly hoard of thoughts. No judging allowed.