Say it.

Say it.

Let it out.  
What hinders you.

Don't believe you can't overcome.  For the One, who died and rose again from that dreadful grave, owned your sin long ago and arms outstretched, He paid a debt you couldn't pay.

And the deceitful one who holds you back, reminding you of all your mistakes or that you're not good enough?  Well, his days are counted, just sayin'.

So give it all.  

To the only one WHO can take your story and turn it in to something beautiful.

To the only one WHO can create in you something beautiful.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Run, arms outstretched just like you used to when you were young.
To your Healer.

Wrinkles, scars and all.  

Truly alive. 

May your story, of what bound you, also glorify Him who set you free.  May your story speak to the restorative power of an Almighty God's ability...to do the same in the life of another.

Jesus.

Only Jesus.  

Joy. Pure joy. 
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