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Way to Freedom (Speak Life)

Here you were trying to seek refuge in people and things, and he was there all along, waiting for his child to return to him. And patiently he waited, as you tried any and every other way to live your life. Then he started knocking people and things out of your life, right and left. And you complained about being 'alone.' You didn't understand why people and things were disappearing from your circle of comfort. You couldn't recognize that he was trying to shift things in your life, that he was trying to move you in a better direction--towards a superior way of living. 

When things are moving and shifting in your life, the places and people that used to feel comfortable don't feel comfortable anymore. What used to be fulfilling  is only partially filling, if at all. Because a part of you is longing to be free. But in order to be free, you must lose some things to gain some things; you must rearrange some things; you must change some things. 

Here you were trying to seek refuge in people and things--distracting yourself with the ways of the world--trying to grab ill-fitted fragments of life to make you feel whole again...and he was there all along, trying to tell you to let go of it all and be free. Today you are free--free to grab the entirety of your life and claim victory over yourself again.

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