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I am so human. The more healing I do, the more I realize, at some point I made myself believe I was my own GOD. That I was the one controlling things on the outside as well as on the inside of me. That belief was the fall that revived me. I keep trying to play my own GOD as if he hasn’t been single handedly, carrying me. Specifically when I feel utterly alone, and I look down and only one pair of footprints shows. Learning they were never mine, really takes a thought-provoking toll and encourages me to see it from the real angle in which he always intended it to be shown. I can rehearse someone else’s part endlessly, but it still doesn’t make it the role that was meant for me . So it’s not mine to oversee. I am human, and sometimes I believe I am almighty. Now I see, that must be when my higher power is working overtime inside of me. Giving me a bit of righteous intervening. Time goes by so fast we can’t even see what’s being done, but so much is happening. I feel like every time I let go, I never lose control. He always gives me extra rope and the freedom to choose, in case a day comes when I choose to walk alone. He never leaves my life though, no. He simply lifts and carries me until I can again stand on my own.

By Sierra Mazzucca

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