I used to fight.
I thought I needed to fight everyone. To rage against anyone or anything that hurt me.
I resisted. I refused to accept my brokenness. I was afraid. I fought. I ran. Down a Path of Least Acceptance . . . going fast, nowhere.
I've come to a crossroads.
A Path of Least Resistance calls to me.
It's time to stop resisting the pain. It's time to stop fighting. Time to let God fight for me.
He's a lot bigger than me.
I can unclench my fists.
I can lower my voice and speak honestly about who I am, without shame.
And in this way, I will finally be heard---but what is infinitely more important---I will finally be able to HEAR.
The Path of Least Resistance may sound like the easy path.
It's not.
But I'm certain it leads somewhere beautiful.
