past wounds...

I pray you know, experience, and belong to a family.

A family of believers. A family that understands, and lives, community. A family that has chosen you much more than you could have ever chosen it. A family that shows you any past wounds you may have from "church" are not the way He intended it to be.

My past wounds reared their ugly little heads today. The ones that tell me I am all alone, that I better get control so I am not hurt or so I don't fail. Among other uglies...

And I am so thankful, so incredibly thankful, I belong to a family. A family that loves me enough to not fear saying that truth, or pointing out something that I want to doubt is true, or just simply reminding me that some things are not my job.

Thank you Jesus.

Thank you for my family. Thank you for Your redemption. The redemption of my past wounds, my very soul, and my view of the body of Christ.

Thank you for continuing to show me the extravagance of following after You...