Beyond this moment are seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years… eternity.  Most days I can’t see past the piles of laundry, cranky children, and dinner plans.  The past, the present, the future is all carefully woven together by a precious Savior who redeemed me.

He, who bought me with the highest price, wants me to live a life of freedom.  He gave me freedom by purchasing me upon that beautiful wood, blood running down, water rushing from His side.  And so, I choose to see beyond my unfavorable curves and baby handles of love.  I’m not defined by this.

Beyond the music, 

beyond the noise,

beyond the messes,

beyond the joys,

beyond dusty frames of pictures on the wall,

beyond arguments,

beyond failures,

beyond triumphs,

beyond the furthest point of the sea, from the East to the West,

from the North to the South,

You see beyond my sin, and purchase my soul from bondage.

You see beyond my imperfections, and call me beautiful.

You see beyond my frustrations and make my end prosperous.

You see beyond my pain and call your work in my glorious.

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