Quite often, it’s the story we tell ourselves about our past and our experiences that keeps us bound. Through my own inward journey, I’ve found that the path to true freedom is to revisit the past, reconcile the good with the bad, then redefine our identities so we can fully embrace the promise of the future. Generation F is Freedom.
I went back into my past and planted a garden there—
The memories were dead and dried.
And all along the fields
Where dreams laid buried,
I gathered up their bones
And prayed them back to life.
In an old shed I found a bucket of tears,
Locked up in frustration and failure.
With it, I watered my garden
Parched with regret and shame,
And sowed seeds of faith,
Where there grew weeds of fear.
Now when I revisit the memories are sweet
Fragrant with life, laughter,
Hope and promise.
The dreams are alive,
Singing and dancing with praise,
And the grains of faith are ripe for the harvest.
I went back into my past and planted a garden there . . .
Now as the future blooms eternal—
She rejoices.