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And because of GodвЂ™s love, grace & healing in my life, I know now that my scars tell beautiful stories.вЂќ Inside, I also have scars вЂ“ but they tell a story about how God healed me from my painful & dysfunctional past. вЂњMy outer scars tell a story about what happened to me physically & how I healed from that injury or illness. вЂњYou know-scars are tattoos with better stories.вЂќ IвЂ™m grateful for the prayers of my Forever Family and so glad that I was able to leave with a scar and a spirit of thanksgiving.ДЄ friend on Facebook commented on this unexpected medical adventure by sharing that a nurse had once told her the following when she was healing from surgery with stitches: God had a purpose in putting life on pause and placing me there. I recently had a health scare that found me in the hospital in a scary place. Not only of the hurt that can ravage our bodies and souls, but also of the healing that can come as a result. (For more info on for KING & COUNTRY, go to ) My hope and prayer is that you are running wild, too.

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I thank God for letting Mary and me run wild and live free and love strong. Today IвЂ™m grateful IвЂ™ve made that great escape. Twenty-seven years later, I share the lyrics of the song вЂњRUN WILDвЂќ by for KING & COUNTRY. To continue letting us share the remains of a life that God fit back together with his hands. To continue taking the deathlike grey and turning it into a dazzling gold. For His sake and glory.ДЄnd now, twenty-seven years later, I still pray for God to continue taking those ashes and turning them into falling stars. That God would take these ashes and do something good. Twenty-nine years of what? For what? As the ashes fluttered through the air, I had prayed that things could be different. The drifting cinders represented my life up to that point. I think of the floating ashes of the fire in that fifty-five gallon trash barrel behind our house, burning my drugs and my needles and my scales. WeвЂ™re made to run wild, run wild, run wild ThatвЂ™s what GodвЂ™s wanted for you all your life. For my body and my mind and especially soul. ItвЂ™ll be the biggest and hardest thing IвЂ™ve ever done and IвЂ™m going to need some help. I donвЂ™t knowВ what God has planned, and really, I just want to get through these next few moments and make it to tomorrow. So there in front of a congregation of four hundred church members, a new chapter begins. WeвЂ™re made to run wild, run wild, run wild. Ready to run wild and live free and do anything-absolutely anything-somebody with hope tells me. I stand there with Mary at my side naked and exposed and hurt knowing I need to start over. Stepping in front of the church, a hardened and broken heart becomes moldable again. I want to return to the garden and liberate my soul. I ask God to show me what he wants me to do. Will you turn to the one who can liberate your soul? Will you return to the garden where we were first made whole?

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YouвЂ™re an eagle full of beauty but you canвЂ™t seem to soar.

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YouвЂ™re a lion full of power who forgot how to roar. I feel more safe in this place than IвЂ™ve ever felt in my life. The church sings вЂњJust As I AmвЂќ but inside of me a louder song belts out of the speakers of my soul. Wild and free in the right way, not in the worldвЂ™s way, not in my way. I want to change and begin again and run wild and live free. My body shakes and I know thereвЂ™s no turning around. The right kind that God wants all of us to live.

ItвЂ™s about showing them how to live a life. My daugherвЂ™s defiant four-year-old voice still rings in my head saying вЂњIf he ainвЂ™t going to church, I ainвЂ™t going.вЂќ ItвЂ™s not about showing my family how to walk into a church building, however. The comfort of your misery you cherish dearly, you cherish dearly.ДЄnd you havenвЂ™t started dreaming вЂcause youвЂ™re still fast asleep, youвЂ™re fast asleep. Mary, Cherry, and Callie all floating downstream toward the dangerous edge IвЂ™ve created. My mind is full of rushing thoughts pouring over a waterfall of regret. But these doors have always been opened and tonight IвЂ™m staying.

IвЂ™ve been locked in walls and IвЂ™ve been keeping others far, far away. So there we are in the front pew at the end of the Sunday evening service, and when the pastor gives the altar call, Mary and I stand.ДЄre the walls to lock you in or to keep others away?ДЄnd if the doors were to be opened would you leave or would you stay? (An excerpt from Never Let Go and lyrics by for KING & COUNTRY)

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