There is a cross drawn upon my wrist. It is a beloved reminder of my Savior Whose unselfish Sacrifice led to the Ransom of my soul. His death for all of mankind. This cross is the symbol of the Hope that I cling to. A symbol of the intricate tapestry that has been woven together through the explicit detailing of my life. A life that I want to share with the world.
The cross brings me to my feet. To share its Gift of Redemption. To tell others that we all have a choice. A choice for the taking. To choose life over death. To live out a New Story. One of healing and wholeness. To have Hope where once there was none. To receive His Grace for every moment of every day. I want them to know that this life is worth living. That even in our darkest hour God is always there. I want them to see the beauty that is all around them. It is in the tiniest of details. It is within us. Every breath we breathe. Every day that dawns is a MIRACLE.
So dance in the rain and celebrate life. You will find that others will want to join in too.
But God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ~Romans 5:8
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