Standing on the holy ground of affliction, we come to know what it is to be ‘imprisoned for Christ’.
Illness reduces us to truth. Loss defines what is precious. Tasting darkness, we savor the light.
Seek the blessing buried with you behind these prison walls, for it will reveal the One Who placed it there.
Trust there is a purpose to this season. Something beautiful awaits the one who seeks. Dig deep. Look up. Dawn will come again.
No prison lasts forever.
Amen.
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