“Canst thou not remember that rapturous moment when he snapped thy fetters, dashed thy chains to the earth, and said, “I came to break thy bonds and set thee free”?…Go back, then, a little way to the choice mercies of yesterday, and though all may be dark now, light up the lamps of the past, they shall glitter through the darkness, and thou shalt trust in the Lord till the day break and the shadows flee away.” Charles Spurgeon
Eyes that gaze on the broken pieces tend to dismiss the greatness. The pieces of real that round out wholeness and mend together the tattered.
A little girl who makes fountains in the bathtub. My son dancing a jiggidy jig. Sweet husband rough housing with our puppy. These are the pieces that my freedom wholeness is made of.
Lord, when I’m overwhelmed with the other things of life, light up these memories in my heart and mind. I want to treasure them up for always. It’s things like these that You use to set me free. The extravagantly ordinary.