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Freedom!

I never thought I would get here. The sweet smell of freedom. I’ve reached a place of contentment and peace within. The days of craving a man and longing for companionship are gone and now I can gladly say that I’m comfortable in my own skin. My focus has shifted from needing a man to fulfilling my purpose. My pain has ignited a passion with me. Deep longing for a man has been replaced with a deep desire to help other women heal. Experiencing this freedom makes me want to reach back and help other sisters get to this place. For so long I ran from myself, thinking that being alone was the worst place to be. Little did I know that being with me would reveal so much purpose, love, and acceptance. I am the best thing since sliced bread, and now I know it.


I thank God for this newly found place. It’s because of Him that I’ve been set free. He told me I would get here when He said, “Your own ears will hear him. Right behind you a voice will say, ‘This is the way you should go,’ whether to the right or to the left. Then you will destroy all your idols and your precious gold images. You will throw them out like filthy rags, saying to them, ‘Good riddance!'” (Isaiah 30:21-22, NLT). The more I followed His voice, the more He revealed who He is and who I am. And through that I have thrown away the idols (aka men I put before Him). Ahhhh, the sweet taste of freedom. Destiny awaits and I must now be about my Father’s business. I look forward to what the future holds. The best is yet to come!

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