More prying away of all we hold on tight,
all we think we need.
All we think we know.
Water, cold, refreshing, splashes awake.
All grace and how faith fulfills all the rules we cannot keep.
Throw a load in.
Washer spinning, cleansing all the dirty, preparing for another day of play.
Repot the rescue plant, pray for life.
Repot the older plants, roots deep, all the way through the soil, needing fresh space, room to grow fuller, to bloom once again.
All of them, lined up.
Soaking in the morning sun.
Breathing deep the fresh aerated soil.
He sets us free from things that bind.
Liberates us from our self-made pots, giving us room to bear more life.
Not mere sustaining life.
Not mere sufficient life.