He puts his trust in the form that sits on the opposite side of shame, even though he doesn’t know the exact and most appropriate words for it (“clear conscience” comes the closest, but there seems to be something lacking between these letters).

It’s not that he’s perfect or right, or even good, but despite the wars being waged within his heart and mind, he’s able to still himself in the quiet moments of loneliness, and asks for a great rescue.

The secret is in discarding his own instinct to protect and rely on himself, and find the way in which he’s taught to be humble within a layer of fear – not the kind that makes him lose his sense of freedom, but the kind that gives him peace in the knowledge that he’s okay no matter what happens.

And perhaps knowing this makes these thoughts redundant, because they are what it means to be rescued.


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