One by one, my secrets slowly broke free. Each time, with failed attempts to lessen the seriousness of it all. The more I fought it, the more I saw bits of the façade of the life I had built crumble to the ground. As control over my life fled, I was drawn deeper into the lure of my sin. But the secrets wouldn’t stop exposing themselves. God would no longer let me get away with it.
Living With Open Hands
What keeps us from moving forward in life? We’ve all got baggage, traumatic memories that keep us anchored to a past of hurt and shame. But as we’re reminded: When we’re still holding on to how things were, our arms aren’t free to embrace today. – Rob Bell