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I am His.

My spirit's hurt, but it's not broken.  My heart- it aches, but it's not empty.  Not for this, not this time.

I'm so excited to move from here; I praise my God, my Savior, my King, my Love, my Heart, my Joy, my Purpose, my Worth, my Truth, and my Comfort the things- the possessions, the feelings, the love not rooted in Him- that He is freeing me of.  I praise Him the room He is making in my heart for more of Him.  I praise Him the chains that He is shedding from my wrists, the straps that I've been bound by- they're being torn.

This isn't easy.  It's never been easy.  And that's where He works.  That's where He reveals to me who He is more clearly.  I say that in full confidence, of His strength.  Because I didn't know it before, but I'm so sure of it now. 

 

        I GAINED it so,
        By climbing slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
        It hung so high,
        As well the sky
        Attempt by strategy.

I said I gained it,---
        This was all.
Look, how I clutch it,
        Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the contended beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
- Emily Dickinson