Bound to be Freed

Taking on a new life after living another for so many years was no easy task for me. I grew accustomed to a certain way of thinking, and habits that I realized had been detrimental to all aspects of my health. And although I knew that change was necessary, waking up everyday and trying to make the right decision in everything that I did was nearly impossible.

It was as if I woke up one day and as I attempted to sit up I came crashing back down, but with authority. My bed was once a source of comfort and familiarity. I remained in it for so long because I found what I thought was peace and freedom.

Suddenly, my peace had been replaced with fear and doubt; and what I thought was freedom felt more like imprisonment. I was bound to the bed that I had made. I couldn’t see them all because I was unable to lift my head completely, but the more force that I used, the more I heard the rattling of the chains that kept me in place.

I was in need of divine assistance. There’s no way that I could have broken the chains that I had slipped into with my strength alone.

Following the lead of a taskmaster was the reason for my imprisonment. I became very familiar with the exchange of my rights for empty pleasures.

I needed the love of a Father to lift me from this prison. The kind of love that is consistent and powerful enough to take me to a place of true peace and freedom.

“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ – by grace you have been saved –.” Ephesians 2:4-5

I may still have a few of those chains left to break, but because of my Father and His tremendous love, I can see them clearly because He has given me the strength to sit up on this old crappy bed. And once I’m off this thing He’s promised me a bed that’s going to feel more like a tempurpedic! There I will find peace and freedom that cannot be matched.

Jeremiah Wallace