Pardon my French, but it used to really piss me off to hear people say, “Its a choice!” Often this was used about someone battling some addictive behavior. This morning as I awake with a fresh day, a new lease on life after all the previous lessons I’ve learned, I now feel like for me, the discoveries have released me from hidden drivers to say I am free to choose. I know how hard the work is to go through every closet of your life, every nook, discovering buried pain, resentments, fears and shame. I know what it is to do things you really don’t want to do but feel “driven.” I believe until a person is willing to do the hard work to discover and resolve their core issues their power to choose is severally handicapped. The wounds push us to medicate them, until they are reopened, flushed out and healed. One of the gifts yesterday gave me is the freedom to choose. I believe my mind will be clearer, the way I’m wired is understandable to me, the dangers will be clearer and my choices less cluttered by “the unknown” wounds of my heart. For some of you none of this makes any sense for others it makes all the sense in the world. I wish I could tell you all you need is Jesus and you would be free but that is only partially true. He sets you free in His sight, but freedom in the practical sense will only come through a willingness to let Him guide you through your own soul searching journey. Freedom to choose will be a side benefit of your effort.

blessings this Thanksgiving Day,

Scott