I often look back at the mountains, hurdles and crevasses God has gotten me over in the past. I rarely, stop and reflect on them. I never really praise and thank him for that. This was pressed into my heart just now at 4:19pm as I am writing this by a Facebook status from a friend, and it reads,
" Thank you Jesus for every mountain, you brought me over, for every trial you seen me through, for every blessing hallelujah for this I give you praise!!!"
I struck me, and I felt compelled to write this on my blog. Every tear and broken heart I have felt in the past, has been another milestone in my life. I'm a survivor and I cope. I'm at a point now where it is time for me to take down all of those intriguing mechanisms that have helped me survive, and reprogram that so that I can be a more open, and efficient adult. I'm at a place where I am ready to leave all of that behind in a way that I can continue to honor it, but not carry it. I'm tired of carrying it. The next few months will be hard work, and I have very special people with me along for the ride.