Vitamin Hugs
I used to think the cross was something distant—
a story told in softened voices,
a sacrifice too holy to touch my ordinary life.
But then it found me, right where I was—
in the habits I couldn’t break,
in the silence I filled with everything but truth.
Repentance didn’t feel like loss at first—
it felt like being seen, fully, and not turned away.
Like setting down the weight I had learned to carry
and realizing it was never mine to hold.
To take up the cross was not to suffer louder,
but to surrender deeper.
To say no to the parts of me that kept me bound,
and yes to a love that asked for all of me.
Now, following Him looks like choosing grace
when pride would be easier,
like loving when it costs me something real.
I am not who I was—
not because I tried harder,
but because I finally let Him lead.