For years I prayed a single prayer.
Nightly, daily, hourly it seemed. I begged God for freedom. I recited John 8:32 over and over. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.
I was convinced that if I knew The Truth or understood the truth about my life that I would find freedom. In some regards I was right. Knowing Jesus as your personal Savior brings freedom. Understanding truth brings freedom. But for years, these things were a mystery to me.
I could not grasp hold of them no matter how hard I tried.
So, much of my journey- my march through life- has been along the Freedom Trail. And like the Freedom Trail in Boston my Freedom Trail has numerous stops along the way.
Don’t worry, I am not here to take you on a laborious trip through the museum of my life. (I remember going to Washington D.C. the summer before 7th grade with my parents and my best friend, Amber. My mother read every word on every 3X5 card in every one of the Smithsonian museums. I was much, much, more interested in taking a cursory glance at the displays than focusing on all the details.)
It has been a long journey. A hard fought one. But I made it. After all those years of praying and struggling I found the freedom I was looking for.
Let me tell you, it is glorious! It is everything I imagined and so much more. It is a breath of fresh air on a bright spring day while sinking your toes in the white sand by the clear blue ocean.
And it is sad. No, it is tragic that more people are not here to experience it with me.
Thus, the reason for Freedom Trail Thursdays.
Not every week, but certainly for the next few weeks, I am going to share with you bits and pieces of not only my Freedom Trail, but also that of four ladies who have joined me for the latest part of my journey.
One that leads to Bangkok, Thailand.
It all started in 2005, on a Thursday much like today. I was sitting next to my friend Victoria in chapel at Moody Bible Institute. This particular week ministry representatives from Thailand spoke. Their mission is to help women and children trapped in the sex trafficking industry discover freedom in all areas of their lives.
My heart broke for these women and children. If I wanted freedom in my very fortunate American life, then how much more did these women and children long for it in their own? I decided I would go to Thailand and minister to these women.
However, life did not have it in the cards for me to go. Difficult personal issues and the enormous trials Katie had to overcome made it impossible for me to do anything. So, I placed my dream on the backburner.
Last year things began to turn around. Not only did things begin to work out for Katie, but I also experienced full and complete healing from the things that held me down. Nearly everything in my life changed.
That is when, completely out of the blue, my friend Lisa approached me about going with her on a mission trip to Thailand. I cannot tell you how overwhelmed I was. Joy shot through me! I realized God, in His own way, was affirming that the freedom and healing in my life were real. I was finally ready and able to do what He had laid on my heart so many years ago.
So begins the story of how five ladies from my church are leaving May 23 for Bangkok, Thailand!
Find more Freedom Trail posts here: