standing upon a cliff hundreds of feet above the sea,
gaelic wafting in the air,
i caught a glimpse of freedom.
do you know what freedom is?
it is absolute peace, from the inside out.
divine rest in WHO's we are.
WHERE we belong.
and the celebration of thanksgiving that follows.
radiance that pours from that rest.
Abba, may your heart be the only place i find rest for my weary starved soul.
strip my heart from impostors,
and bring me back to you.
the cradle of love.
happy monday sweet friends, and may we remember to center our hearts on the only ONE that can bring us true rest. let us trade those burdens for freedom.