A Redemption Story

Some time ago I posted a photograph of my family of origin. I sure wish I could find the post so I could link to it here. I'm not sure when I wrote it. Anyway, in the picture I am standing alone off to the side and the rest of them, my mom and dad and 3 brothers are all standing together. That picture has always bothered me. It's actually hanging in the hallway of my parents' house. It's the only photograph I know of that exists of my entire family from when I was a child.

Here's where redemption comes in...Monday night at Soaking (yes, folks, another soaking story) we were listening to a cd about faith and how to believe by letting go of unbelief. At the end of it Amy put on some quiet violin music and suggested we ask God what unbelief we needed to let go of in order to have more faith. I saw that old picture. So I asked God where He was then. What I heard was this, "I am the One Who took you out of that box. I set you apart. In the picture you look like you are just standing there but in reality, in the spirit, you are dancing! I said, Come out and you stepped out." I remembered the story of Peter stepping out of the boat onto the water. That took a lot of faith. I also remember him realizing what he was doing and panicking. What did Jesus do next? He immediately took his hand. He held him up. He didn't let him fall. I want to remember what it felt like to step out of the box. I want to stay out of the box. I know if I fall He'll pick me back up. I just don't want to fall anymore. I want to dance.