It’s so freeing to be free. Free from the anger, the angst, the drama, the hoopla, the confusion, the lies, and the noise. It’s so freeing to be free from the worries, the bondage, and the chains that bound me to him. It’s so freeing to be free from the loneliness I felt when I was not alone. It’s so freeing to be free of the abandonment, the hurt, and tears that were necessary to make me appreciate my freedom now. It’s so freeing to be free to be me and me alone with no one watching and waiting and looking over my shoulder. It’s so freeing to have no one to be worried about and checking in with and wondering about and caring about more than me. It’s so freeing to be free.
It hits me how hooked on and caught up I was. It slams me in the face how attached and hungry I was for him to return what I gave out. It ruins my perception of me that I could be so blind yet so enamored at how much wanting I wasted trying to maintain and achieve the closeness I so desired. It embarrasses me how much I put up with and closed my eyes to and brushed off in order to attain the relationship I hungered for. It appalls me that as smart as I am and as educated as I am, I basked in the trap that I was ensnared in and sat in for what seemed like a lifetime and didn’t even know it. It’s so freeing to be free from all of that as I reflect and see how how chained and bondaged I was. It’s so freeing to be free.
Not even gravity can hold me down as I float on the clouds the way my freedom is so freeing to me. I feel elated and elevated in all that I’ve become without the chains that harnessed me to the emptiness that was him. I feel joy when I enter my home and nothing but peace and serenity greet me. I feel full of the love that I have for myself when I bath in the freedom that I didn’t even know I needed. The freedom that I deserved. The freedom from him. It’s so freeing to be free.
I’m free in Jesus. I’m free in His love. I’m free in my awe and wonder of Him and His grace on my self-imposed captivity. I’m free as I decide what I need for me and for me alone. I’m free in my choices and my decisions not to let myself become shackled once again for the love of another. I’m free to be free from the hunger of another who obviously is not who He wants for me. If you are not free, try it. It’s so freeing to be free.
