let it go. let it roll right off your shoulder. don't you know? the hardest part is over.

I think God has been giving me a taste of my own medicine. I get it. Thanks, God. I guess I deserve that.

It's hard letting go of your rights, you know? It's hard to stop myself from retaliating to the little nicks at my heart. It's easier to victimize ourselves. It always is. It's harder to say, 'Hey, I have the right to be angry/annoyed/frustrated/insert-your-feeling-here, but I'm going to choose not to be.'

Dying to myself is a process. Please be patient with me as God continues to free me from my selfish desires and I learn to give up my rights, to give up what is good, for what He says is better.

I've been tasting the freedom, and it is good.