I need to write the beauty of this day, before it fades.
Escorted before the Throne by family--blood and Spirit.
Renouncing and reclaiming.
Large, soul-satisfying servings of the Word, succulent and filling like never before.
Forgiveness, given and received.
Sweet singing and powerful prayer.
And yet. And yet....
The image of a clenched fist--not of defiance, but of resistance to letting go.
It follows me.
Father, show me what I need to set free, so that I may be free, indeed.