It is common for a slave to face existential conundrums after being liberated. Slavery could feel safer than freedom. But He who has liberated me promises me a bright future.
He holds my hand and walks with me through scorching days and freezing nights. He made me shelter to sleep and protects me from wild beasts. He is a provider. He feeds me and will not let thirst and hunger touch me.
He is warm and gentle. He never forces nor intimidates me. He rather speaks softly to my heart and let me decide. He believes in me.
He is my refuge, my haven, my sanctuary. He sees me naked and I do not feel ashamed. He teaches me humility and loves me forever.
It is a certain time when you feel secure and content; when you can be yourself without needing to worry that you will be judged; when you don’t need to wear mask nor makeup; when you can talk about things others don’t even care about; when you can loaf comfortably and eat whatever you want, as much as you desire.
Home is you.
An adventure to chase the rainbow will start soon. I know I will be alone doing it, but at least I am home now. I am home with you.