And I exhale it soft. I am thankful that I have been set Free. Will you teach me to walk in that Freedom?
I fiddle with the bracelet on my left hand. It was woven out of red thread by women in Nepal. I think about how God doesn't see international borders in this world He created. I think about how we aren't all free. I remember the sound of fireworks down the street from the little foster home I lived at when I was in China. The construction workers would set them off each time they completed a new section of the building to ward of evil spirits. I think about how we all have our demons. I look out across this town I am growing to love so deeply, in a way I never imagined. The words come like a whisper, "for such a time as this." I think about how poverty can live right next door to affluence, and it can be hard to tell which chains are stronger.
I think about what a Revolution can mean to a community, a nation, a planet.
But this is not a revolution of independence. No, this is a revolution of complete dependence on the One who said: