As I lay me down to sleep

I am reminded of a time where messages of freedom were spoken to me in the midst of such pain that I could not fully hear to understand.

Looking back over the long days and nights, the stretches of which became weeks that turned to months all connecting to form a year, I can see with clarity and certainty what was meant by those words spoken with hope and promise. I can see the release from what I held so tightly to that I was held back in a place of voluntary captivity.

And now, more than ever, I am thankful for the broken freedom.

Lamentations 3