I know that box. Most of us do. The box of expectations. The box of "this is what a Christian looks like." The box of fitting in, keeping quiet, performing the part so no one asks questions. The box where you learn to shrink so others can feel comfortable. And it's exhausting. Because you're not living—you're containing. You're not growing—you're compressing. You're not being who God made you—you're being who they told you to be. But here's the thing about boxes: they're made to be left. Not broken out of in anger, but stepped out of in freedom. Not rejected out of rebellion, but released out of surrender to something bigger. You've spent most of your life in it. That means stepping out might feel strange. Unsteady. Too open. Too vulnerable. But the air out here? It's different. It's real. It's yours. You don't have to earn your way out. You just have to realize: He didn't put you in there. And He's not asking you to stay. Take a step. The room is bigger than you think. 🙏