Yesterday was one of the most emotional days I've had in a long time. Seeing so many people who walked out of captivity made me so happy that all I could do was cry.
I noticed something. When you are in a place of freedom--freedome to be the person that God has created you to be, there is a greater capacity for love. Or--and this is probably correct as well--the healing that has occured has given me a greater ability to love.
You see, before this healing occured, as I was striving for perfection and to fit into some rapidly changing mould, people in general annoyed me. I mean really annoyed me. The people who really weren't trying--in my mind--drove me bonkers. I was so isolated in group think that I didn't see other people struggling. I didn't see others' pain because mine was so intense that I was completely blinded.
But now. Now. Glorious now. I see people, and I love them so much that it hurts. It makes me cry. Cry through smiles. Cry through hugs. Cry out of the pure joy that is welling up in my heart.
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