Faith, Love


March 16, 2011

My cage is small.

I am squeezed in tight, knees to my chest, elbows tucked in.

Yesterday, I couldn’t breath in here.

Today, breathing comes a little easier.

I can feel the sides of it, the top of it slowly letting out;

Letting Him in-

I suck hard for a long breath, my lungs fill and I know it now,

He is here.

I stretch one arm up, feeling frantically for his grip.

He takes hold.

My other arm goes up-

He’s got me now.

He whispers, I listen, still.

I live in constant noise-

He quiets my chaos.

I sit frozen, still half in my cage.

He says,

“Do you want to get well?”

I do. I do want to get well.

“Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” He says.


Today, I’m free again.


What is your cage made of? Consider asking him to help you out. Do you want to get well?


You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. Jeremiah 29:13,14a


~Alleluia always

© Kris Camealy




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  • Reply Jim J. March 22, 2011 at 10:26 pm

    Wow Kris…just wow. Awesome.

    • Reply Kris March 22, 2011 at 10:32 pm

      Thanks, Jim. I really appreciate you stopping by 😉 hope you and your lovely wife are well. You are all in my prayers!!! Love you! Xxxoo

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