I've gone to church every, well almost every Sunday since I was a little girl. I've sang the same songs over and over. I've heard the same type of sermons over and over. I've sat in the same type of pews for a countless amount of hours in my lifetime. But this Sunday, this Sunday--God made sure I stood up from those wooden pews a different woman. The words spilled out of my mouth and echoed in the small church room: Yes, I am free. I am free to run. I am free to dance. I … [Read more...]