Every day I wake up, I have to choose to believe that love runs deeper than pain, that freedom is stronger than bondage and mercy is bigger than fear. I wake up and look full into the face of the Creator. I choose to discard loneliness and heartache. I choose to fall again onto His promises. Joy comes in the morning. His blood speaks a better word. I can either be weighed down by my insecurities or I can choose to walk above them. No longer do I live under a spirit of bondage. I am free, even when my heart aches. There is beauty to capture far beyond my hurting.
Take me there.