In between Egypt and Jerusalem

In between ‘lost’ and ‘found’ there is this horrible mid-air experience that’s like a never-ending free fall and you have the air whooshing through your guts, turning you inside-out for all the world to see.

All the while you wish you were back in the cobwebbed corner, hidden in unfounded safety.

And then, you hit the cloud of His love. A garden of grace. You’ve found Him, you’re founded.
Everything is new.

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