Sunrise

Mary of Magdella. She had let the darkness in. Somehow, sometime, it had flooded her, overpowered her. She'd become lost in an always rising fog, lost in the ever present, ever thickening dark, scraping, screaming, living half alive in the realm of the dead. Seven demons had bound her, chained her in darkness (Luke 8:2-3). And she had stumbled lost. Shackled. In the dark. Alone. And there in the dark He'd found her.

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