fresh air

      Under the blue Maine sky, there are wide open spaces where a prison used to be. All the cells and iron bars and locked doors are gone. Now there’s only fresh air.

Father, thank you for freeing me little by little from everything that imprisons. Please free me a little bit more today.

“We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand – out in the wide open spaces of God’s grace. . . .” Romans 5:2