04/09/2026
Number 3: I have rights.
There was a time in my early 20s when the church I was attending convinced me that I had no rights as a human. I deserved nothing but hell, but thank God for Jesus.
For mostly other reasons, I wound up in partial inpatient therapy, where they handed me a personal bill of rights, among many other pieces of paper. I was shocked and appalled that someone could suggest I had enough worth in and of myself to claim these rights. I nearly dropped out due to the potentially demonic territory I had entered.
I mean, I have the right to change my mind, be unique, make mistakes, be treated with respect, make decisions on my own instincts,…?? Preposterous.
Looking back, I get to give that young adult part of me some grace for feeling there was no choice but to swallow all those beliefs in order to avoid thinking too highly of myself (and thereby forfeit much needed grace).
She didn’t have to be a child to be vulnerable.
What are you relearning these days, or hoping to?