lately, God's been showing me what freedom feels like. step by step, he frees me from the things that bind me here. he's been showing me what it looks like to be rescued from hurt, and what it looks like to have him heal me. he's been stripping off layers of "me" that aren't actually "me" but what i wanted to be "me" and showing me the real me. a lot of the time, i refuse help. i especially refuse the concept of being healed by Him. but the other day i realized something pretty neat. if it's true -that my identity really is in him- then he is the only one who can restore me to my original identity. and he's doing it- he's showing me what i was made for. it's easy to get the concept mixed up in our brains... especially when it's me wanting what i want for myself. but what's cool is that God is after freedom. he's fighting for my freedom, waving a flag for me, saying, "come on, just trust me. i won't let you fall." freedom is beautiful because it let's me see the world with a new lens. it shows me what all this is really about. each step i take towards freedom is a step away from my earthly identity that is full of pain and hurt. each step i take towards freedom is a step towards my heavenly father. each step i take towards freedom is taking me home.