dailydatewithgod

Living in the United States I am acutely aware of the freedoms I have that others lack.  As a woman, as adult age citizen, and as someone who has agency in her own life there is a freedom to live and breathe that others do not have.  Yet it is amazing that within each of our own liberations we manage to imprison ourselves with our thinking.  If we do not take advantage of our freedoms it is not as though they get dispersed to others.  We have the choice with each breath to claim a stake in the liberation of our hearts and minds within any given situation.  There are plenty of experiences we will encounter in which we will feel like our freedom is lost.  Perhaps it is a matter of looking at it from a different angle.  Perhaps the circumstance we find ourselves in is the not physical manifestation of freedom we were expecting, but seeing it through the lens of our hearts provides a deeper sense of liberation.  I may not like my experiences as a child who survived some traumatic times, but I can recognize I have been liberated from the state of a child who had no agency.  When I experience flashbacks or deal with old patterned ways of being, I forget to liberate my mind and bring myself to the present.  When God helps me to ignite my breath and be where my feet are, I recognize that I have moved on. The eyes of my heart show me the strength and courage I have developed as a result of being an incest survivor.  My dogged attitude to find a way out of any kind of personal hell is a liberation that would not have come otherwise.  The liberation stemming from a willingness to see the gem within the coal alters my perception of freedom as a whole. It goes from something I have to something I can be present to in the moment if I choose.