i’m a slave to my Master because i feel fulfilled when i give my heart and soul in service and i will learn to be the best slave i can be for my Master. i say these words every day–once when i start my day and again when it ends. It reinforces and reaffirms the rewarding path i have chosen for myself.

i lived a very vanilla life for my first 38 years and if someone had told me i would be called slave, i would have thought they were nuts.

i am a slave because i have the freedom to choose. By choice i have surrendered myself, my body, my heart, my thoughts, my soul and spirit to a man I call Master. It’s like not being free but being free all rolled into one. i am a slave because that’s who i am.

This raises the question–why? Why do any of us discover our slaveheart and realize we aren’t complete if we are not in service? Where did this slaveheart come from? For myself, i’ve come up with some answers that work for me but part of my journey is to discover more.

i’m intelligent. i have a good job. i have been a loving mother, daughter, sister and wife. And i am a slave.
i wonder if playing all these roles has actually prepared me for a life of service. Any parent knows we are slaves to our children and ‘parent’ has been a fulfilling role for me for many years. i can look back on my vanilla life and see examples of the expression of slaveheart, long before i had words for it; long before I came to accept the word ‘slave’ as applying to me.

On the surface, being in service to Master is not much different. i put his needs above my own at all times. It’s in my heart. On a deeper level, it is much more meaningful to me. i am a slave to my Master because i feel fulfilled when i give my heart and soul in service, and i am learning to be the best slave i can be for my Master.