to be free
so this is what
it feels like to be free
to have my eyes wide
and heart open
with forward feet
seeking more than
all that was before
Each Sunday our church gathers together around the beauty and mystery of the Lord’s Table.
Bread and wine.
Body and blood.
Remembrance and reminder.
Simple and complex.
Some days I find myself chasing freedom, when freedom has already found me. I’m quick to forget that His sacrifice goes above and beyond all I have done and invites us into a forever freedom.
But when I step to the table and feel the bread in my hands and the wine on my lips, I remember.
I remember I have not been forgotten and freedom has not abandoned me.
I remember all that was has been forgiven.
I remember my brokenness has been met with beauty.
I remember His sacrifice saves.
I remember I am found and freedom is for me, for He is for us.
Some days I find myself chasing freedom, when freedom has already found me.
and to be free is a beautiful thing.