I press my ear to the floor...I hear a stirring below. Familiar words being spoken but I have no comprehension of them...that there is meaning in them...and that in the meaning something new could be birthed. The words get closer as the King ascends the prison tower and decrees my freedom. He delivers a Truth...it delivers my spirit.
Deliverance...it can look like one word. One word of truth. It only takes one truth to unravel a million lies. One truth to release the poison churning in my belly. A release to make room for the fullness of my identity. But am I brave enough to give room for this release? To be dizzied and spinning...no up from down...backwards over right side up to spew out the dark fowl lies. The journey from grovel to glory can burn like fire and smell like Satan himself. But without this journey of being undone and right wrung I live in my cell digesting lies...self-establishing myself as an orphan. My words hold power...whether truth or lies...and they determine my life or demise.
And the truth is: Freedom is my family name...it's my destiny. It is the key to unlocking my inheritance. When I choose the lies and shame...when I choose doubt and fear I reject the gift I'm entitled to receive through my kinship... my inheritance. Because the King's daughter receives all that is within his jurisdiction...and my daddy dwells in the land of joy, peace, love and yes, freedom. The land of the living.
With speed and every last ounce of life in me, I tear down the spiral staircase of the prison tower my feet barely touching the floor...the tower crumbles around me as the lies are loosened...as my Spirit births the truth inside of me for new life to begin. The adventure is mine and Truth sets the path in this new and unfamiliar territory...what I can now call home...in the land of the living.
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