We are living a story of redemption.
Amidst a world of lost, amongst people searching for a hope to cling to. They are aimless and without passion. We are caught in their wake. Of despair. Of depression. Most of all, desperation.
As our story unfolds, it is caught in the rocks.
Smothered by the debris of those around us.
We lose sight of the sun.
Of the Son.
The light that is fighting against the loss is so easily hidden as we are tossed and turned.
We lose sight of the sun.
Of the Son.
The one thing that is trying to pull us up, pull us out, pull us away from death.
We are living a story of redemption.
There is only One who is fighting for us. The world is turning against us.
There is no hope. Not in the news, not in the politics. Not in money or fame.
When we stray and turn away, He still is.
He is. There. He is. Forever. He is. I AM.
This story is unfolding before us. It is moving and changing and living. We are living.
We are living a story of redemption.
