I don’t know if I told you but I’ve been accepted into a residency. *waits for all the confetti to flutter to the floor*

Yea thanks. Anyway, because of this I’ve been in the process of transitioning from one setting (retail) to a more clinical environment.

At any job I like to …nevermind. To summarize: My last situation got a little sticky and I’m struggling to come to terms with some things I may not have taken care of to the best of my ability. Small issues really, and the blame isn’t all mine..but I choose to take it because its what I signed up for. Bottom line is – the situation at work was really starting to wear on my emotionally, until I saw a quote on a friends FB page.

Oh, yea, Sure I’ll share the quote:

“I freed thousands of slaves. I could have freed thousands more, if they had known they were slaves.” – Harriet Tubman
We can live in our current situation for so long that it becomes normal, and freedom is so far in the distant past that we forget what it even tastes like. Know that you were created to be free and not a slave to any addiction, depression, abuse, or even your past.

“For a person is a slave to whatever has mastered him/her.” (2 Peter 2:19) —– “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1)

Choose FREEDOM.

While I’m don’t currently struggle with having metal shackles tied to my ankles, I do struggle with choosing freedom mentally. There are situations in my life that I’ve fooled myself or chosen to believe that I have no choice in. The truth is I’m only as enslaved as I choose to be. I’ve decided to let certain things enslave me..Which is crazy, especially after experiencing the freedom of God’s spirit.  Pure ridiculousness.  I blame the fact that sometimes bondage can dress up in confusing outfits: safety, comfort, love.

I literally felt the cuffs unlock once I re-realized that I was free and only a slave to things that I choose to be slave to. My whole day just did a 180 degree turn and I switched position from prisoner to captain of my soul (or at least a Ship who gives the rudder to a Good Captain).

I was lucky in that while it was still early in my enslavement I was able to recall the “taste” of freedom. Sometimes the emotional sensation of freedom is all the fuel you need to rearrange your world into its best conformation.

All that to say: If you change the way you look at things..the things you look at will change.

Fly or Fall.

OFO