After I had completed six months of intense individual and group counseling, my therapist kicked me out of her office saying, “Go! You are healed! You don’t need me anymore.” I was feeling great about all that I had overcome and how much I had grown and matured through the process. However, it didn’t take long before I realized that this dying to self thing wasn’t a one-time shot. I had mistakenly assumed that I had arrived at a rock-solid place of commitment to a pure lifestyle, never to waver or budge.
So rather than pick up the phone, I picked up the Sharpie marker instead. I drew big red circles on the palms of my hands as a reminder that I’ve been crucified with Christ. I was determined to die to myself so that Christ could live more fully in and through me.