Euphemisms and secrets. I’ve had enough of them. I don’t need to hide other people’s secrets anymore. The hidden things other people do. Have done. I’ve spent so much of my life guarding other people’s screw ups. Enough. I want to live. And not be buried beneath your immorality. I want to bask in love.

So I take off your burden. Your heavy cloak of denial. Your sin. Your shame. Your guilt. I won’t be suffocated by it any longer. It’s yours. Not mine. You have it. You try it on for size. See how you like it. I’m done.

I feel alive. Like for the first time. Like I’m a me. My own person. A seedling just cracking through the surface of the soil. Tendrils stretching up. Yearning for the sunshine. Reaching up. Trying to touch the sky. Knowing it’s out of reach but happy to be heading that direction. A baby deer on it’s legs for the first time. Unsure yet excited. A child’s first glimpse of a sunset. Awe and wonder. Speechless. Just a finger, pointing. Eyes wide open. Amazement. Joy.

Amen.

This is what it’s like when God saves.