Hannah Hand went missing for a month and a half. She disappeared for a little while into the hands of somberness. The girl she knew was no longer alive. She was on a search and rescue mission from the time she woke up to the time she fell asleep trying to find her true self. In India she bid goodbye to her false self. To the self that was shaped by the world and its lies. She vowed that with every step she took she would let go of a piece of her false identity and put on a part of her truest self. But somewhere along the journey she was kidnapped.
For a month and a half I was trapped in a prison crafted by my false self. The bars that were holding me back were made of lies. Lies that said I was a burden. Lies that said my voice held no influence. Lies that said I was too much to handle in my truest form. In this prison I became quiet. I lost my child like faith. I grew so weary of trying to find myself in what felt like the valley of death that I gave up. I stopped tying to find myself.
And that was when I was rescued. Thursday, August 13th, 2015. God, in His infinite goodness, broke through the lies of my prison cell and set me free. You see, I was my own kidnapper. I had allowed my mind to become so consumed by an identity that was not my own. My mind was filled to the brim with lies. And the more effort I put into rescuing myself the stronger the prison cell grew. The only one who could rescue me was the Giver of Life. He all ready paid my ransom, even if I was both the kidnapper and the kidnapped.
The real, true Hannah Hand is filled with laughter and joy. She laughs with no
fear of the future. She uses her words to encourage, uplift, and console. She walks with her head held high in the identity God has given her. She’s silly and fun. And because God rescued her even from herself, she gets to walk as her real true self would.
