Where the Spirit of the Lord Is, There Is Freedom...
Freedom is something every one of us longs for, whether we realize it or not. Freedom from fear. Freedom from shame. Freedom from guilt. Freedom from the pain of our past. So often, we spend years carrying wounds we never asked for, trying to survive the best way we know how.
For many of us, those wounds start in childhood.
For me, finding freedom in the Lord was one of the most pivotal parts of my healing journey. Growing up, I endured emotional and physical abuse at the hands of my alcoholic father. Those experiences left scars—some visible, but many hidden deep within my heart. The kind of scars that shape how you think, how you trust, and how you love.
When you grow up in chaos, dysfunction can start to feel normal. You learn to stay guarded. You learn to expect disappointment. You build walls to protect yourself because vulnerability feels unsafe. And while those walls may protect you for a season, they can also keep healing out.
For years, I carried the weight of that pain. I carried anger. I carried fear. I carried rejection. I carried questions that seemed to have no answers. Why did this happen? Why wasn’t I enough? Why did the person who was supposed to protect me become the source of so much pain?
Those questions can haunt you if you let them.
But what I’ve learned is that healing begins when we stop looking for answers in our pain and start looking to God.
The world often tells us freedom looks like moving on, numbing out, or pretending the pain never existed. But God’s freedom is different. His freedom doesn’t erase the past—it redeems it. He takes the broken pieces of our story and uses them for His glory.
That’s what He did for me.
When I surrendered my pain to Him, He began doing the hard work in me. He showed me that my identity was not rooted in what happened to me but in who He says I am. He taught me that I was loved, chosen, and worthy—not because of my past, but because of His grace.
He also taught me forgiveness.
And forgiveness was one of the hardest steps in my healing.
Forgiveness didn’t mean what happened was okay. It didn’t excuse the abuse or the damage it caused. It meant I was choosing to release the hold that pain had on me. It meant refusing to let bitterness take root and poison the life God was calling me to live.
That is freedom.
The freedom to no longer be chained to what hurt you.
The freedom to breathe again.
The freedom to trust again.
The freedom to love without fear.
The freedom to walk in peace.
Healing is rarely instant. It’s a process. It’s layers. It’s tears, prayers, surrender, and sometimes revisiting wounds you thought were buried. But with every step, God is faithful.
Where His Spirit is, freedom is.
Not because life suddenly becomes easy—but because His presence changes everything.
If you’re carrying wounds from your past today—whether from childhood, relationships, betrayal, or loss—know this: God sees you. He sees every hidden scar, every silent tear, every burden you’ve carried.
And He wants to set you free.
Your past may explain you, but it does not define you.
There is healing in Him. There is peace in Him. There is freedom in Him.
And if He could bring freedom to the broken places in me, He can do the same for you.







