Get yourself out of that place where you’re on the inside looking out at the life you were meant to live. The place where you peer outside the broken window, where shattered dreams and mangled hearts breathe fresh air, in relief; wiping shards of jagged glass through tears across the tender wounds of entrapment. Where decision launches a confrontation between freedom and the labor pains of escape. Gasping deeply from the shock of the sudden fall to freedom in an open struggle not to linger in celebration; you’ll push your staggering feet through injury, seeking acclimation to the discomfort in an effort to run freely. Get yourself out of that place where brief stops become stop-gaps and relapses, and hypothetical consequences betray the concentration of fulfillment. Where vivid dreams fade to bland assumptions and ambitions drown in a sea of loud and overbearing personalities. Push yourself through the minefields of doubt, toward the momentum of your forward testimony, and run. Stride toward the flickering bands of light until the warmth of the sun bursts into its fullness and swallows up the memories of the frigid effects of closed minds. Run until the sounds of singular footsteps becomes the echo of a thundering herd and a heavenly force of rescue gathers you into itself.
There is an illusion that grips a troubled heart; imaginary yet very real; strong but very vulnerable, and amazingly powerless at the mention of one name: Jesus!
“For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.” Romans 8:20 (NKJV)
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