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 Exposure

“How do you think you’ll feel when you’re sitting in a room full of people that have read the intimate details of your life?”

The questioner knew my private self would encounter my public self once specifics of that life were unveiled.

Exposed. Wide open for all to see…I hesitated. But I was doing it willingly. Without force from anyone or anything.

This time control was mine. Any exploitation or bearing of me came from my own revealing. My own doing. Not the hands of molesters, abusers or people seeking their own self gratification. Fighting their own demons they could not contain.

No longer would I be exposed in a private little world, to a select few. Made to feel I had to cover, protect and lock away the horrible secrets.

A belief crammed down deep that screamed KEEP SILENT because “it” would shame me. “It” was my fault. I caused what happened to me. But I had been deceived, lied to and abused. For so long, on so many levels. I had become a victim. To be exposed in the way they decided and for their pleasures.

No, this time I would not be exploited but expose myself in a manner that did the exact opposite of its former revealing.

Although it is still frightening and requires much faith and truth, it does not produce shame, guilt, unworthiness and fear. Does not create in me monsters hidden away in places so dark I could not see them. I only feel their presence as they lurk inside my being, trying to torment.

Those days were over. A different type of exposure happened. Exposure of everything so deeply hidden. Now left bare. Twisted, raw and open. Guilt, sorrow and weeping loss as I was left with a feeling of barrenness. All the while knowing, somehow, this too shall pass.

Brilliance as colors fill my atmosphere. red and yellow fireworks during night timeDarkness seems to have lost its hiding place.

Music no longer a note to sing along with but a vibration through my body as dancing sound surrounds me.

This uncovering brings with it tears and cleansing, beauty from ashes, joy in the mourning and truth that opens eyes to see. It brings forgiveness for the unforgivable, rest for the weary and restores more than what was stolen.

Healing laughter falls freely as things left for dead come back to life. Hills and valley, no longer walked alone. Walls crumbling down and bridges beautifully crossed.

No, now I expose to be set free: Me, You, Them. I expose what our Freedom so openly displays.

©2018 Wina Rushing – All rights reserved.

My first novel Escaping the Knight in Dirty Blue Jeans, exposes our life before and after Domestic Violence. Step into Freedom!