encounter

A Place of Encounter

Sometimes it comes in waves and sometimes just in whispers. Freedom can crash over you and overtake you when you least expect it. It can do its full work before you even have time to approve of its methods or timing. And then there are other times when it gently beckons you to move closer, to follow it, it’s nearly a game of Hide & Seek. You can sense that God is up to something but you can’t quite grasp the fullness of His invitation. You enter in slowly and every step leads to another revelation of bondage. How could this be? Haven’t I dealt with all of this? I thought I was as free as I could be from these hurts? I thought I had forgiven and gotten over these offenses?

And the gentle, warm, comforting voice of Daddy God whispers that I was as free as I could make myself but now, NOW, I will be as free as He can make me. So I trust. I believe. I know that I could walk away and say no to what is next. I have the choice and it’s mine to make. I let him take my hand and lead me. I allow myself to enter into the pain. I slowly, purposefully walk through the past. Again. And I cry. I cry as if I’ve never cried over these hurts before but this time is different. This time I’m seeing things from His perspective, which is the right way. I can truly forgive, let go, break the ties and bind the enemy’s hand.

And what comes next? I must be ready because the enemy is not happy. He refuses to accept what God has done. He bombards me with thoughts, accusations, and skewed memories. He tries hard to convince me to agree with him, to pick all that old, heavy baggage up again. It’s so much easier to see his deceptive ways though. It’s as though God’s perspective is now the lens I view these circumstances through. The enemy may try hard but as long as I live intentionally, focused on the only One who is Truth, I won’t walk in the bondage of those lies again.

Freedom, you are always welcome to have your way with me! I will always say yes to your invitation. I will always be brave enough to trust the work of the cross.

Freedom, you are celebrated here.

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