Freedom in Simple Things

Count every blessing – the little, the big, the in between – even the table that was an answered prayer to my daughter. Each season I go through in life: grief, joy, sorrow, milestones, defining moments, hope, and futures we catch a glimpse of. I now work hard to count every blessing.

I must see the good in everything. Because so much could have taken me out. Took my girls out. Destroyed us. But it didn’t. So I chose to see the good.

A start to another day, I open my eyes. Look for the beauty. See the brilliance of color in the sunrise when blind eyes want to tell me darkness is trying to engulf. It’s a lie.

On my drive I listen closely. Amidst the noise are horns blaring, tires screeching, radios blasting – too many people in too much of a hurry. I block the ringing in my ears. Tune it out to let the sweet “tweet tweet” of the birds swooping past the windshield fill my eardrums instead. Nature’s Harmony.

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Take a sip of the beverage in my silver mug. Coffee – warm, bold and black – I was blessed to brew in my own kitchen this morning. Some people don’t have that luxury. Rich tones of my favorite blend dance on my tongue. Simply Savored.

My fingertips feel the grooves on the dial of the radio. The “bling bling” on my steering wheel cover. The smooth leather on the seat I sit upon. Tiniest Touches.

Yes the light is green, now I go. As I think about the day ahead. My morning, my family and where I’m headed. I contemplate things. Because today I woke up with a sound mind. Able to use it. Some people didn’t. Treasured Thoughts.

When trials come and struggles happen, to count those blessings – trusting in ALL times – is the only way to get through. To see, hear, touch, smell, and think about every single blessing, no matter how big or how tiny, that surrounds me puts me right into the arms of the Father.

In those arms we find Love, we find Hope and we find Freedom.

 

©2018 Wina Rushing – All rights reserved.

My first novel Escaping the Knight in Dirty Blue Jeans, shows you how my girls and me found Love, Hope and Freedom! Step into Freedom!

Freedom in Shattered Hearts

One of the desires of Olivia’s heart comes true. I sit at it – the tall, wooden, newly-blessed-with kitchen table – where I experience joy at her joy. Fresh on my mind the “never forget the small things are just as important as the big things” conversation.

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Then grief sneaks up behind, stretches long, icy arms over my head and wraps around me. Again.

While editing my final draft, unexpected tears flow down my checks. Wrenching cramps in my sides.

Unfair. Unexpected. Unwanted.

Lord? I thought I was past this. The hurt, sorrow when I read his words. No longer my husband for almost five years. So why the tears? The pain?

How can old, damaged words that once shredded my heart soar off the computer screen to slice a fresh tear now? It floors me. This book so close to achieving a finished product in my hands. So close to polished, refined, bound.

Yet here I am, falling apart.

I heard Jacobs voice, “The more I try to be what you want me to be, the more I hate you.” A rip in my heart I thought was perfectly sewn and stitched by the Master Surgeon burst open.

The healing process God took me through to write this book – His book – took me places I could never have foreseen. Places that were about Jacob and places that were not. Healing places all the same.

What do I do with this?

Forgive. Again. All I know to do. Forgive the hurting person who hurt me.

Truth is in this statement. Freedom lies within.

When there is hurt, it comes from hurt. We hurt, so we hurt others.

Whether deep hurt from someone who shattered our heart or hurt feelings, our reaction is to react in pain. How we process it is up to us.

Another voice sounds louder in my unwelcomed sorrow. The Voice that reminds me why I forgive – for me.

For Freedom! Forgiveness sets us Free!

©2018 Wina Rushing – All rights reserved.

If you want a glimpse of mine and my daughters’ paths of Forgiveness and Freedom read my first novel Escaping the Knight in Dirty Blue Jeans. Now available in regular and Kindle. Step into Freedom!