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let freedom ring

This Friday is Independence Day, a day that we celebrate the adoption of America's Declaration of Independence. In this spirit, I have decided to proclaim my own declaration of independence - liberty from the mindset of slavery, of unworthiness, of rejection, of who I am not, and to claim my freedom as royalty, as an heir, as a Son, as who I am; to fully ascertain my true identity, to completely embody it as who I am, and finally, to make it my dwelling, a place from which I make every belief, every thought, every word, every action, every single piece of me line up to this truth - I. am. His. Son!

Now, I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong
But maybe it's the only way
Talk about your revolution
It's Independence Day
Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
My weakness made strong, my whole life long
I don't care what they say, n
o longer astray, it's Independence Day This is His way, it's …

chiseled in stone

tired of the isolation
worn from the effort                                                                
alone, rejected, inferior are written in stone
with their hands, invading her heart
twirling in circles, leg outstretched
kicking out, breaking down the walls
fleeting glimpses of the outside
of truth and freedom and unity
murky deception shouts to stay
encouraging light beckons to come
emerging, arising from the dust
as a phoenix from the ashes
scattered stones picked up, turned over, illuminated
truth exposed, vision restored, fire ignited
included, accepted, loved are chiseled in stone
with His hand and on her heart 

secrets, shame, and sex demons...gone

My journey begins here - going once - continues here - going twice - and now the final chapter :  

And so, I have come to the end. I'm not even sure if it is finished for good, or just for now, but I am optimistic for the former. Honestly, the hardest part of this whole journey was just opening up, being transparent, telling the truth behind my fears, behind my thoughts, behind my actions. Telling my spiritual dad and my hubby was incredibly scary, but the freedom that it released was amazing. Opening the door on that closet of shame allowed in a light that chased away the fears, the humiliation, the doubts. Everything that followed was completed from a place of recovery, almost as if the sharing alone was 75% of the process. This was new, foreign to me and the usual progression of events. I worried that I was missing something, that I hadn't overturned every rock, looked in every corner, dug through every memory and incident hard enough. Why was this seeming so uncomplicated…