I believe wholeheartedly that God has longed to bring me to this place for decades. I even dabbled with “going there” several years ago, but like Lot’s wife… I looked back. I was again consumed with the stronghold, and have been a slave to it in some capacity ever since. A few days ago everything changed. I reached the point where I stopped fighting.
I let go.
I forgave myself… and others.
I stopped struggling.
I accepted freedom.
I handed over to God past hurts, a distorted body image, an obsession with “fixing” myself, and a personal “shrine” to the god of disordered eating (diet books, programs, apps, etc). The time has come to remove the high places!
The Lord provided me a way out, like the waters receding to make a clear path for the Israelites to escape captivity. These last few days have left me feeling rather vulnerable and perhaps even a bit vacant… but there has also been a very long, much needed, sigh of relief.