It’s hard to believe that 3 months ago I was spending my last night at the Trosky Cabin, laying in bed with great anxiety over this new long awaited chapter…and here I am loving in my own home for 3 whole months!

One of my friends, as she prayed over THE121, spoke words that this would be a new chapter of healing and freedom in my life.

I can honestly say that in the quiet of the country, tucked into the woods, I have met God on numerous occasions. He’s spoken truth over me and strongholds have been released. But, let’s be honest, there’s still more work to do.

I’ve also come to the realization of many other facets, mainly that this is my responsibility.

Shocking.

I know.

As I scrubbed spilled syrup from the bottom of my fridge, I knew, it was my fault, my responsibility. Maggie certainly didn’t spill the syrup.

As I stepped into the shower this morning, expecting a hot shower, I was met with ice cold water that took my breath away and paralyzed my muscles, I knew it was my responsibility. I knew I was running low on propane and I neglected to fill the tanks. There was no one to blame but myself.

Blame shifting. We do it so well don’t we? We make others our scapegoats. We don’t want to own responsibility, not for the spilled syrup, not for the hurt words…you name it…

So along with many other revelations, I am grateful that THE121 has helped me to own my stuff.