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Deliverance

As she knelt there staring at the glistening sands, she surrendered to the inescapable reality that the tide would not tarry or give way to save her. 

She was never more keenly aware that the moon and waves were conspiring to force her surrender to the reality that she was powerless to save herself.

 The knots and tether born out of a lifetime of self-doubt, poor decisions and wasted love squeezed more tightly as she struggle against them waned. 

She was tired of fighting. So very tired. Her doubts, fears and disbelief would once again be victorious. 

When the fight was lost, all that was left for her to do was pray to the gods of the universe that they would be gracious to send a Deliverer along her path. That He would look upon her helpless state and be kind enough and strong enough to loosen the snare, lift her to her feet, take her into His capable arms and carry her off to the destination of His choosing. To toss the once paralyzing snare to the wet sands; consumed by the waves; to never touch her again.

For this, she would be forever in Her Deliverer’s debt and completely surrendered to His will. 

For that she would gladly follow His lead. 

For the One who would set her free from her bonds, she would gladly be a slave.

Great writing and beautiful photo.