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I found myself here, in the wild, pushing through with just a single word from God as my fuel. There is freedom in the wilderness; the endless possibility to run wild, past my fears. When I stood still in false comfort, my fears had a way of springing up at the most inopportune time, so I kept running, pushing, and pressing through. I wasn’t quite sure where I’d end up, but I knew it had to be better than where I had been standing — paralyzed, waiting for someone to save me.
