Turns out, the best things in life aren’t things….it’s living. And breathing.
(ok, so I ripped that off from a Michael Franti Song…but it’s true….)
Life dropped out from under me almost 3 months ago. There were situations in my lap that hadn’t even EVER entered my radar, let alone that I thought they were even possible in my lifetime.
These aren’t good things, by the way. They are life-altering, dream shattering changes.
Turns out, living and breathing are the best things in cases like these. Because those are life-giving.
Life
Breath.
Turns out, Jesus has called Himself both of those things, and I’m here to testify that it’s all true. Every syllable of it.
He is Life.
He is Breath.
He’s also water and light and heart and soul and joy and warmth.
He is therapy.
He is healing.
He is LIGHT.
My life was very very dark 3 months ago….longer than that, really. it’s Just that 3 months ago—I was finally woken up to the reality of how dark, exactly.
Very very dark.
Turns out, He has pulled me out of a miry, muddy, nasty, filthy, dirty pit and set my feet on SOLID ground—He is the only foundation I’ll ever want under my feet.
He has set me free–and I’m free indeed.
He has brought light and joy and life and healing and peace to my maddening, confusing, dark, sad and lonely existence.
Thank you, Jesus.
Turns out, through it all, I’ve had Him with me. Through His Word, through friends, through therapists, through music, through prayer, and through freedom—most of which I didn’t see until He came. He is light.
10 years ago, I saw a hairstyle that I loved. LOVED. L.O.V.E.D .
I’ve been waiting ten years for the right time to do it, to take the plunge, to be brave enough. I’ve gone through 10, 000 colors and cuts since then, but none of them the one I truly wanted. (My excuses? Never ending….need to be skinnier, healthier, smarter, richer, better….)
I’ve finally done it. I’d like to take you on the path where I found freedom….And it all started with a therapist, a hairstyle, and a dream in captivity…..
(continued tomorrow.)
