My redemption came the moment I fell. And that moment came, when, for the briefest window of time, He let go of my hand and allowed the weight of my burden and chains to fall squarely on my shoulders....and I collapsed under the weight of something I could not bear. The letting go forced me to fall. But that fall allowed those bindings to snap, to let loose those chains that held me ever so tight. And before I could take my next breath, He held me. It was in the breaking that freedom truly came. In death, that life could finally begin. In losing it all, that I could find what I was truly meant to have.