Freedom

For awhile I felt it. Tasted it. Saw it. Held it joyously in my heart.

Then I did a jerk move. After what? A couple of minutes of gracing me? To be free to finally see after so long what I had lost (or what I had been blinded to).

But...

"It is not enough to want to get rid of one’s sins, we also need to believe in the One who saves us from our sins." -C.S. Lewis

I know He loves me, that's something I can't deny.

What can I say? What can I do? What's my excuse?

All I feel like saying is "God, please take away this gift you have given me, I destroyed it. And now I feel like I destroyed a part of me."

Prayer.