Disconnected

I have never felt so disconnected, body from soul. It has never been more clear that the bones and skin I'm in is only a place for my soul to dwell. My highs and lows of being fearful and then courageous are nothing more than my humanity battling for control and understanding and then my spirit gaining perspective and victory. I am not made to understand it all, but I am made to serve God. As I let go of the things my humanity desires, I rise higher and higher. Disconnecting, separating, out of my skin right into heaven. While I'm alive I expect battles to continue, and as they do I may feel my body and my world fall apart. But if I step back, disconnect from the breath that makes me human and nestle in the arms of God, I find my place, I find my peace, I find my soul and I am whole once again.

Eleutheromania

"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." -Galatians 5:1
Freedom used to lay dormant deep in my bones. It pressed against my skin and ached to come out. Since this new diagnosis a strange thing has happened. My freedom has burst through, it has won and has bathed me in a passion to live like never before. I have prayed long and hard for my freedom to be released and through anguish of my new diagnosis, it came flying forth. I used to be enslaved to unbelief, to doubt and therefor laziness. But now the lies that used to shackle me have come unhinged and I am running. I am running free, arms open wide feeling all of my space. Taking in the freedoms that Christ has given. I encourage you to believe that freedom is there for your taking. And your yoke of slavery can hide in the strangest of places. Ask for them to be revealed so that you can pray for that freedom. Thank you so much Ashley for capturing some incredible photos that speak so loudly of this dance in my heart.