I am Celeste.
As much healing as I’ve experienced, I still have quite a few hang-ups. The more mature I become, the more the healing process seems to change–almost appears to slow down.
[Funny how we come all shattered and humble at first, then we get all been-there-done-that-no-longer-on-the-milk-of-the-Word Christian. Must I be broken to be willing? Oh Lord, change my piety to pliability.]
I just want to be open in this space.
I just may need a proverbial pillow to cuss in from time to time.
I won’t always be all polished and sanctified…in fact, I may never be.
But He never stops freeing me.