You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love.
Summer woke very late the next morning. Generally waking didn’t come easily to Summer, who loathed arriving at work by 8:30 am, a time she had not seen for years while out of the workforce. Squinting against the glare of fully-risen sunlight streaming in her west-facing window, she pulled the digital clock close enough to see the digits without glare. The numbers, though bleary, clearly read 3:44.