Every time I find myself in a tearful, it feels like the walls are falling down inside. Like I am moving forward. Evolving.
Or is it unlocking the potential that was always there?
When the walls down, it hurts. When the chains fall off, it hurts. The irons have been clamped down for a long time. The skin is raw from the irons. The irons of society.
'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains (Imagine Dragons).
While every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. (John 15)
Sure feels like pruning. It’s painful. Inside.