Freedom

Scroll back through my pictures on Instagram.

Facebook.

Twitter.

Keep going.

Farther back.

You won’t find very many selfies.

And if you do, you might find my eyes hiding behind sunglasses.

Because if I didn’t hide my eyes, you’d see that they were dead.

Hide.

That’s what we do when we’ve forgotten who we are.

Hide.

It’s what we do when we listen to what others say about us.

Come alive.

That’s what happens when we finally take a chance at hope.

Sparkle.

It’s what happens when we begin to take risk.

Glow.

It’s what the world sees when we choose to finally walk in our purpose.

What’s our purpose?

To be fully me.

For you to be fully you.

To become free.

Free from the people pleasing, free from the ugly words we tell ourselves, free from the shackles we place upon our hearts and the bars we allow others to confine us with.

Coronavirus has us isolated.

But we are free to become.

Free to heal.

Free to awaken from the slumber we allowed ourselves to walk in.

Free to breath the air.

Free to look up.

Free to put our arms out, smile, and enthusiastically declare:

I am powerful.

I am worthy.

I walk in honor and live in truth.

I am love. I am life. I am light.

I AM FREE.

Published by christellelerryn

Blogger with a thing for love and hope and grace and adventure. Wrote a Children's Book. Creative. Work in a homeless shelter and treatment facility. Every day I hear the words "I just can't do this anymore" and I remember when I whispered those very words. And I remember hope that whispered through my soul from stories like yours. We all have one. A story. We are more alike than different.

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