Freedom is Waiting {The Words That I am Scared to Share}

A week or so ago, fellow writer and inspirational friend Elora published a piece of my writing on her blog.  And . . . I didn't share it with you.  These words that I'd written, they terrified me.  They terrify me.  That's why I gave them to someone else to publish.  

But I don't want to hide these words away, because as hard as it is to share this seldom written about part of my story, there is an important message there.  There is ministry there, and healing.  And so . . . I give you this, the article that I wanted to share with you but was too scared to share with you and, now, am sharing with you.

I didn't always know what boundaries were.

Not the relational kind, anyway.  Up until a few years ago, if I ever used the phrase "personal space," it was only to be ironic.

Probably because I didn't know what personal space was.  Probably because, in the house I grew up in, there were no boundaries.

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