Day 3, third thing Im most thankful for most often from birth to now Freedom. I know far to well what it means to be grateful for freedom. Sure many enjoy freedom to live the way they choose, but I was one (among many) who lived in the bondage of mental illness. I seeked and hoped for death day and night. Covered in thick darkness, back bent with heaviness and chains locking me to the corner of a filthy cell, I swore if I ever ever got out I would take the keys and run fast fast to every cell I ever saw and would unlock the doors. I begged and cried out to God day after day, month after month, (&yes) year after year - to no avail. My God had abandoned me. There was no hope. Until one day, I realized He had posted neon signs, flashing arrows and bright red cautions down my path the entire time!! Wait, what? I read, life and death is in the power of the tongue, woa the words of your mouth bring blessings or curses and guard your heart with all diligence; for out of it flows the issues of life. I could barely stand, but I was angry and weary from the former. I looked into that darkness and told it i was certain now this wasnt real. My cell wasnt real. My cuffs werent real. My burdens werent real. Still fearful and weak, I looked into the black and called it by name, Youre a liar! I said...and it was true. Instantly the walls disappeared, the cuffs disolved and I my back straitened. Where once was a small window, all around a beautiful garden came into view...beautiful flowers, green pastures and lovely sunshine. I refused to ever go back. From then forth, I spoke aloud only positive things into my environment. ....I ran!
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 22:50:36 +0000
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