I’ve spent most of my life running from my past. I’ve boxed up memories, thoughts, and things I felt too painful to face. And because of this, I lived in chains.
Fear of the reminders.
Anxiety about the memories.
Avoidance of people, places, things that would spark the thoughts that brought pain.
I was living, but I wasn’t living freely or fully.
One of my top priorities was to live without accepting what had happened in my past. In denial, I could claim some sense of sanity. My past had become an idol of sorts. I would do anything to avoid it, even avoid God. And so when my past came knocking, as anything we run from eventually will, my faith suffered immensely.
It was my sophomore year of college when all my running finally caught up with me. I was flooded with memories, flashbacks, shame that I couldn’t stop. It overwhelmed me and took me to a dark place.
It was in that place that I thought God had abandoned me. Satan had a tight grasp on my heart because of my past.
Satan knew that my past held the power to drive me away from God.
But God didn't create us to run from our pasts. He wants us to live in His abundant mercy and grace.
I'd love if you would hope over to my friend, Crystal's blog to finish reading my story of how God taught me to brave my past and brought me freedom.
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