In the last month or so, I’ve learned to just let go of things. Too long have I been a slave to my anxiety and depressed thoughts. I try to claim them as my own, when all along they didn’t have to be called ‘mine.’
I can truly enjoy the moment and be thankful in each day. I feel an obligation to my work but only because I love what I do, not because I’m a slave to Money. I recognize that every good and perfect gift is from the Lord, and to cherish every gift I’ve been given.
I desire to live free of Guilt and Worry, two shadows that follow(ed) me constantly. I no longer live to please men, not because I am against men, but rather for God.
I am learning to snuff out the cynical flame inside my soul, the one that questions and what-ifs even the most noble intentions of myself and my fellow saints.
My mind is free from worldly obligation, which has left a space for God-inspired thought, meditation, and creativity.
The secret to this ‘success’ is nothing I’ve done, at least in the eyes of the world. I’ve lowered and even demolished walls and pretentions that stand in the way of all parts of my soul, barriers that prevented wholeness.
Now there is unity among all facets of my soul, and a joy from walking with Christ. Day in and day out, He enables me to join the saints in their song of freedom, found through our willingness and Christ’s sacrifice.
Sing, saints, sing.
September 14, 2014
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