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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Break (02/06/06)

TITLE: Breaking Free
By Gina Johnson Smith
02/10/06


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The crystal glass vase fell from the shelf and smashed into a million little pieces ending years of pretense, years of follow the leader. Each shard of glass shimmering its aloneness, its independence. Each shard no longer one collective unit of energy, but random pieces suddenly ripped apart. It is so symbolic of our lives. A moment or event smashes our pretenses into bits and pieces. We get to the end of ourselves. There is nothing more – no place to run to, no place to hide. We are exposed. We are at the end, broken and busted. The jig is up. Our authentic self screams forth like a woman in labor, travailing, struggling to give birth to who we really are. Our real self, forces its way to the surface like an over inflated rubber raft, pressuring its way to the watery surface. We come to the beginning self again. We are bare of all pretenses. We are nakedly conscience of our life and who we truly are.

It is only at this time of brokenness that we begin to really see. It is only at this time that we sense the weight of responsibility and the excitement of possibility. We begin to break through to the other side. Like a butterfly out of a cocoon, we have broken free. We are more beautiful than we ever imagined. Like a moth to the light, we draw like spirits to us, to the light within us, away from the darkness. We radiate the love of our Leader.

The journey from broken princess to whole woman is a journey each woman must make. We must learn to fully give our heart to God, knowing that only He can truly be our beloved. It is only He that can comfort our hearts and caress our minds. He is our Lover. The Lover of our soul, filling us with the completeness that only He can give. We must see our need and release our self-confidence, knowing that only through our God-confidence – our partnering with God - can we break free from the independent life mask we have created.

My soul is now free to love the right way – giving my heart to God and my companionship to another. I have come to learn that only through my relationship with Christ can I get my soul fulfilled. I have learned that only through smashing my independent mask can I walk with the Lover of my soul. Only through this relationship am I truly free.

Many of us spend a lifetime caught in the middle. Often we are caught like a butterfly, struggling to get free. And only through our own efforts can we break free healthy and whole. Hands on help by others only serve to bruise our wings and cause further damage. This is an inside job. We are challenged to break through alone.

Are you free? Have you broken through yet? Come on in, the water’s fine. There are many of us waiting on the other side. I challenge you to push through and break free.


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Judy Anderson02/13/06
I connected with this writing. It has taken me fifty years to be able to give myself cimpletely to Jesus. It is humbling and beautiful. Thanks for the inspiration. God's power is strong in our weakness!