Blinding flash of the obvious: It is not what happened to me as a child or who did it... it is how I chose, even then, to respond.
With that BFO, I realize the cause and the result of all my perceived trials, tribulations and travails have that, my original responding choice, as their birthing place. It has thought my thoughts, sang my song, cried my tears since.
Ah, and this, too, is God's giftee.
This, too, can...must...be carried with me on my return journey. With every Step along my journey, I drop a tear, free a tish, let a teeny bit go, consciously or unconsciously. It is all of God.
I pray thank you...grace carries the heavy...I will be released.
Thank you.
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