The Walk To Freedom........

As I walked down the long hall with the guard at my side, I approached the doors and I was given a last command. Don't let me see you in here again. My response was no worries I won't. I could see my husband standing outside then I begin to run to him. As he held me in his arms we both cried uncontrollably. I felt at peace there. I took a long breathe in and smelled the fresh air because it had been so long since I had been on the outside. It was a different feeling that I used to take for granted.
            When we arrived home he really didn't know how to take me because I was so different and so was he. He had no trust for me and I knew I had a lot of hard work to do.
That week was just getting to know each other again. Let me tell you, it was hard. I had different ways of doing things and different convictions. And in the back of my mind, I was so scared because I knew that if I was having these feelings around the one person that loved me unconditionally how was the rest of the world going to react?
I was released on Wednesday so we had a few days to ourselves until we had to face the real world and I was dreading it.
It was Mothers Day Sunday and we went to church. I didn't know how my church was going to react. I thought to myself well the worse thing that can happen is that they tell me to leave. As I walked into Covenant Bible Church the reaction was unexpected. An outpouring of love and support were exuded from my church family. No judgment was cast and they made me feel welcome. And this was so important to me because I wanted to walk my journey with Christ there. This is expletory standard for all church's to live by. It's not what you wear, what you have done, who you are ,sin is sin and that's the way God see's things.
The next step on my journey was to face my family. I knew that I had been a disappointment to them and an embarrassment. Your family seems to be your hardest critics.
We were having a Mother's Day gathering at my husband's families house and I was dreading it so bad. As I walked into the house, trying to hold my head up high from the pep talk my husband gave me. I walked into the door and my family was amazing. They hugged on me and told me they were proud of me and that they supported me in my walk to recovery. I was overjoyed......