The worries and frets of the trappings of religion....and you pause.
There is so much, to do, to say, to believe...or is there?
For mercy trumps judgment.
Love conquers hate.
Grace is a gift rich with salvation.
The yoke is easy, the burden is light.
The path, though winding, has a sure guide and tender Shepherd.
The prodigal has a father who *runs* to reclaim them, without a word of reproach, simply rejoicing the child has returned home.
Death is undone and evil will lose.
And we are but called to fall in love with a God that died to secure our lives; who adores, woos, and calls to us. Who delights in us, for we are His.
God, who knows every thought, every fault, every stumble, every sin we have done and will ever do, still wants us, still loves us, still cherishes us.
Oh to have such a love bestowed upon us! Doesn't your soul fill with music and light? Faith becomes light, the journey a joy....
For God calls to you...
"Come Child, beloved Child, and dance with me."
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