20 Years of Fighting for Freedom

Twenty years of marriage to you has been the greatest illustration of unadulterated grace in my life. We started with bricks of law and bondage as high as the north Georgia sky. We have fought and thrown every brick, and a home of grace now stands. Because you have fought me I now taste, see, smell, touch, and hear the daily siren call of freedom. A gift unlike any other. You have brought me countless times to my own glorious ruin and held the hammer to nail my self-righteousness to the only tree of good news. I have been rescued from myself and led in the deeps of untold glories with your hand in mine. Our story is more beautiful because you refuse to accept lesser narratives; regardless of their shape, size, influence or veneers. Thank you for being the greatest fighter for freedom to ever live. 

20 years. Sounds impressive by some standards. But we both know we're not impressive. We're mere recipients of grace. And grace has led us out of the exhausting insanity to hide and to fix. We are free to be nothing, and there, to find true love. To twenty more years of dying and in so doing, flying free forever, cheers! 

 

 Photo: Chris Henderson

Photo: Chris Henderson