It is now mid-November as I write and autumn’s cold winds are once again upon us hailing forth the oncoming winter with the laying of the ground a carpet of leaves. To think how much I have grown mentally and spiritually is beyond crazy! My inner being has experienced a transformation, a touch of grace I cannot understand, let alone explain; I feel like a pokemon. I can only continue to be in awe of the world around me.
Chains have been lifted, cages broken, and doors- once locked- now lay wide open. The hurdles, which I had once thought impossible to clear are now no more than mere blurred objects- out of focus, far behind me as new challenges appear in the horizon. I’m encouraged to realise that the Lord’s mercy is upon me.
This post may sound all too zealous and make me sound like a religious lunatic, but frankly I don’t care about how appear anymore. I have endured so much, experiencing life with its struggles, I dread to think where my life would have been heading had I never collided with grace. As I listen to Bon Iver’s Flume, “I am my mother’s only one/ I wear my garment so it shows” I’m proud to boast in Him for I have been saved from a life all so precarious.
Uncertainty is a killer, that murderer of hopes and dreams.
I cannot help but praise Him that stretched out his hand to reach someone unworthy like me. What was once a mirage has now become a reality, and now my hope now rests in Him.
So where to now?
I have complete faith that he will direct thy path. I have confidence that he will guide me through this walk of life through to the next. Through the trials and suffering; through the joys and laughter, my life now rests utterly in his hands. He has become my cornerstone, a lamp to my feet to clear the road that once boasted victory in its obscurity. Gone are the misleading signs that only lead to dead ends; the blockades barricading the way to true freedom.
Freedom is truth. And the thing about truth is, “The truth will set you free.”
The power of truth is alive, and with it is the breath of true life which is light, for deception is a slave master with an iron heart who wields ignorance as a whip, mercilessly lashing out in the darkness.
So what may I liken truth to?
Truth is a mighty lion that refuses, despite deception’s lashes and cunning, to submit to be tamed.
Truth is like a mighty hunter, a warrior born to do battle wielding a mighty sword that cuts through the toughest cords of falsehood. With one smite, he cuts off the head of the serpent which writhes once or twice, never to speak another lie with its forked tongue again.