I’m free.
Free from slavery and free from “the man”. I’m not physically bond, shackled, or in distress. I’m free from the hands of the enemy. But am I completely free??? Sometimes I think not. My heart is so guarded and not free to love. But I guess that’s a good thing. Every man that I meet won’t be able to share that intimate space with me without a challenge. To find their way to my heart, they will have to first seek God, because that is where my heart will be.
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