FREEDOM

One doesn't truly know freedom until one is truly free. Freedom in and of itself is the means by which hope allows a tired and weary breath to escape instead of remaining imprisoned by other's shackles of expectations. You see somewhere between Africa and Europe conception was conceived and the hope of the impossible being birthed was perceived. It was even before I felt purpose leap inside my womb that I dared to press, dared to perservere because you see all I've got is the plan of God for my life before the creation of this world. All I've got is the fact that God has told me that all things work together for my good because I love him and I'm called according to his purpose. All I've got....is these ears that no longer hear anything birthed from "mother nature" ears that only perk up to the supernatural because this thing inside of me sure aint natural! I have been in labor for what seems like forever and there's no turning back, it's time to push and I've been so used to being the nurse, Doctor, and tech. that I cannot even comprehend that there is available staff trained and ready to receive and nurture what I birth forth from this supernatural birth canal. I've become numb to pain, expectant of it because of course there is no such thing as a life without pain right? So as I scream out in pain with a sound that scares the devil himself, I ask the question...when Lord when? All of creation is waiting...when Lord when?