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LIFE
And Then There Was Joy
Finding joy through faith, pain, and minimalism.
Anger. An emotion that was so familiar as a young girl as it permeated the walls of my household and future households. Even if I was intimidated, I can’t recall ever backing down from war. As an adult undoing and releasing the weight of my ancestors, i.e. enduring abusive relationships, I learned to please, freeze, or seek safety in silence as opposed to just leaving places that did not love me properly. Leaving was an option that I sought only after I had been exhausted of all of myself, and my mental and emotional health, and often had to beg Jesus to lift me since I had nothing left to save myself. If I was physically safe, I thought it was enough to stay. I was not angry enough.
And then everything shattered. Not by chance. My mission to be free tested me, my values, ideals, and core relationships far more than I ever could imagine.
Four to five years ago I decided to lean more towards a minimalistic way of life. I had watched the movie and the show. Their sense of freedom through having so little, and yet plenty, resonated with me deeply. Freedom has always been my final pill of choice. Bump the matrix, I want to see what’s behind the curtain. Freedom is why I’m locked in with Jesus so hard, He’s the freest G of them all.
