Wednesday, April 26, 2023

Without Reservation

This notion of "meekness" is 
actually a yielded will it seems, but we tried to set
ourselves up on our own throne, like the Devil did and
there have been troubles since then. Yet there was one who
yielded all, without reservation, and waits for us to receive 
the transformation He began after that stone was rolled away,
if only we will believe it.

Note to Byron Hoot 4/26/2023

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