Maybe peace, real peace, is unlocked with the key of gratitude… For everything.

The shackles I tug on are the ones I place on myself….

In bondage:

I cling. I hold. I live…

Under the weight of “what could have been.”

In the mist of my chaos I am only lost in the mess if I choose to be.

I say I want to fly free, but do I mean it? How badly do I want wings?

Enough to fight my way out of the dark places?

There are seasons of life we don’t choose… But like a cocoon, could they be part of the process…?

Necessary for the transformation.

If I believed in the victory I’ll hold on to tomorrow, would it make me thankful for today?

If soaring high above the person I used to be could make me forget the pain of today, would it at least make the fight worth it…?

When my only choices are to stay in the slavery of who I used to be, or fight for the wings of who I’m destined to be… What will I choose?

On the right side of victory, I’ll always look back and be thankful for what broke me.

Because maybe when we fall apart, our destiny falls together.

Part of His plan all along.

What if I could live thankful for that now?

… While I’m still in the dark.


But those who wait on the Lord

Shall renew their strength;

They shall mount up with wings like eagles,

They shall run and not be weary,

They shall walk and not faint.

Isaiah 40:31