But he lost the one thing he had spent decades believing belonged to him.
Jacob’s permission.
Because even though freedom came slowly—
sometimes as slowly as reaching for an apple—
Jacob eventually began learning that the answer no longer had to come from a dark doorway.
It could come from inside himself.
I’m allowed.
And perhaps, after everything taken from him, those became the most important words of his life. 🌲
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