I am Rahab, I am the woman at the well thirsting for living water, I am the sinner at the feet of Jesus, the blind man, the leper.

I sing, hands held high to my Redeemer, my Living Water, my Faithful Savior, the Opener of my eyes, my Healer. I look around, a room full of brokenness. I see the lame, mute, blind, the outcasts, who are all saved by the grace of God. I am in thanksgiving here. Here to worship the One who has given us life, despite our filthy selves. We are adopted- no longer orphans- coming to crawl into the arms or our Father. It's like I'm in rehab, a support group, yearning for the Spirit-filled life and trying to choke out that ever-gnawing flesh that wants to eat into my life and choke out the joy.

Freedom - the deep breath of unhindered fresh air - being set free from being captive to sin, to self, to purposelessness, fear, pain and utter hopelessness. Freedom to be. Freedom to let go and let other people be released. Freedom to love to vulnerably be loved.

- Audrey McElveen