Only wrapped around the third braid is my heart at rest. I tried it with two, and sometimes still do, but I always go back to that third braid.
See, with only two the grip is loose. Where is the other braid? I can’t feel it at all. There is room for movement. There is room for me to get away.
Wrapped around the third I am held tight. I feel the other two braids around me – overlapped – criss-cross, criss-cross – to a place of no separation.
The grip on my soul – I cannot break away! By His mercy and grace He keeps holding me, choosing me. I start to get scared! I start to push back – both braids – so that only I am left!
But He pulls even tighter holding me close to Him and the others.
He chooses me once more. Has mercy on me once more. Shows me the Cross once more.
Peace. Comfort. Security. Acceptance. Love.
Wrapped around the third braid – that’s where I find it.
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