At the start of 2019 I felt like the weight of the world was solely mine. Goodness was it heavy. But now I look around at this incredible community and SO many of you have found your voices. It brings me to tears looking at what we have built, the freedom keepers movement, fierce, empowered individuals, parents, fighting for themselves and their children, and ALL the children. I am grateful beyond words because you have helped to ease my burden a bit and allowed me to give myself permission to pass the torch when I need to. I often find myself saying, “I don’t know.” With what feels like one disaster after the next, one political storm after another, rabbit hole after rabbit hole, sometimes it’s hard for me to know which way to go, so I freeze. Paralyzed. Waiting for clarity, for that inner voice that lets me know when I’m confident enough to take a step. I’ve never said more prayers for our world and for humanity. And while I still feel urgency in fighting for our freedom, I also feel peace in knowing ultimately it is He who will return to set the captives free. Lately I’ve been taking extra care to prepare myself and my family for what’s to come. Navigating big decisions and big changes. I’m not sure what the future will look like exactly, but I feel a changing of the tides. So if I’m not as present in this space at times, please know it is because you all have helped me to feel like I can take a step back when I need to, and I am grateful. My babies are growing up right before my eyes and I don’t want to miss it. I will always be here, putting my family first, but also using my voice to fight for the voiceless and speaking out against corruption and injustice when I feel called to do so. Thank you, fellow freedom keepers, for helping me to feel a little bit lighter in my day to day. Squeeze your babies extra for me and keep fighting the good fight 🤟🏻
