Friday, May 2, 2014


There have been a lot of times in my life these last few weeks where I have felt a fresh freedom. Not the kind where I broke out of jail like in Shawshank Redemption but more along the line of opening my eyes to what was quite possibly there all along.
The freedom when I realize my calling and how I am right in the thick of it.
The freedom when I look around me and see people who accept me for me and support me when I can't hold my hands up much longer.
The freedom from fear. From looking to others for self worth.
Freedom from the unknown because I serve a known God who can see the end from the beginning and I trust Him with that.


Christoffer said...

Sounds like a good feeling, Sonya. Glad you're enjoying it over and over lately.

chelsea said...

What a lovely post.

Andrea said...

My mom read this to me. It made it even better. :)