letting go...

I'm reminded of the garden tonight and the fall. I'm reminded of the lost and broken, wondering ... I'm reminded of free will and hot tears. I remember that the fatted calf is waiting and I know that very little comes easy in this world torn, bloody cross and thorn. There is freedom and fear in letting go. It requires the destruction of idols and the trust of a child falling into the arms of a loving father.

Into thy hands...

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[Emory]

Praying for you brother. Can't wait to see you next week.