Two years ago I laid face down in a prayer room and battled through a personal life and death struggle for freedom. Twelve years earlier during a time of deep depression I discovered cutting as a means of dealing with all the junk life throws your way as a hormonal teenager. For years I kept it hidden from everyone. On the outside most considered me a good Christian girl who had it all together but in reality I maintained a fragile hold on life.
October is always the hardest month for me (for whatever reason) but for the first time in 14 years it has not even been a temptation, in fact I can say that it has been the BEST month of the year so far.
Today I celebrate because I can look back and see how God has delivered me and I rejoice because I know He will deliver others.
For those, like me, who have struggled for years to cut the tangled webs binding us to the past – there is freedom. There is hope. There is life. There is restoration. There are treasures out of the darkness (Isaiah 45:3).
No matter the stronghold, He is stronger!
