The Shift
As we left the restaurant, I had a big smile on my face, and I told her how delicious my lunch was and how I enjoyed every bite. I was filled with a feeling of true freedom, peace, and thanksgiving for my continued journey of healing.
Every day continues to be a challenge for me, yet these little shifts fill me with hope, hope that I will heal.
One Sleeve at a Time
That day on the bathroom floor, after crying for what seemed like hours, my eyes red and puffy from tears, I felt His presence surround me. I stood up, got dressed, telling myself, no more body checking.
The next morning, after taking off my pajamas, I walked past the mirror. I began the ritual, but something stopped me. No, I told myself, you don't need to do this.
The Name of Jesus
That day in the hardware store, the Holy Spirit took hold of me, marched me to the back of the store, and placed me face-to-face with the reckless and troubled soul who I’d once feared.
Then He did something Profoundly Beautiful for both of us. He set us free.
Whether I am on the right path or stumbling through my life, the Lord gives me His name.
Where I Belong
Almost immediately after I started eating, my life, my creativity, and my heart started to stir, like a bear stirring out of a long hibernation. The cave where I had stored the pieces left behind by my rationing, burst into life and started growing and blooming in ways I didn’t think possible.
Freedom and Fear
There are so many implications of the freedom talked about in Galatians 5:1. The point of freedom is not just about what we are saved FROM, It is about what we are set free FOR.