Sometimes Lord, I hate that this is my story. That my life is riddled with pain and brokenness and betrayal. That time and time again, the sin of others wounded me so deep. That I bear the scars, and I have to walk this road of sickness and healing, when they appear to get off free.
Hebrews 13:5
It’s black and bitter. Trying to survive in a place with no light. Hardened and abandoned. Dead to any onlookers, but not to Jesus. It was my heart.
The story behind my tattoo, and the dream that began my journey to true freedom.
As the grip of darkness released me, I remembered who I belonged to. I am a child of God. I am stronger than darkness. I can choose which path I take. Darkness or light, death or life, heaven or hell. We can choose!
