The Place of Peace Be Still

Mystic Mama Storm

Freedom surrounds me from every place I look. There are places where I glance and see your glory open to the whole world. Yet, inside our hearts, we struggle to see the freedom that has come to set us free. Surrounded by doubt, sorrow, anger, fear, and shame, we fold into our boxes and frames. We try to get the status we need for people to see. We hope that if we move softly, we could actually look free. But deep inside there is a part of us that is crying for a place to be seen. Not wanting to reveal the darkness that is yet to be seen. So we fold into our bubbles. All safe and warm. While outside the world see us as a place where mercy is just a score.

Jesus, take this broken heart and open me up. I no longer can hide these wounds…

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