Led forward by a dark, unknown captor, I follow where I am led.
I never ask a question.
The thought of questioning the one in charge leaves me…
I wish I could say that I know my captor…
…that he is covered in light that showed me his face.
Even as I continue into the thick darkness, I long to believe that I wasn’t that naive…
…that easily misled
…that far from Truth that the lie sounded so…
And at the realization of my own failure, a snap echoes all around me
…shooting into my mind
…into my heart
…into my soul.
…oh sweet moment.
Like a roaring lion who leaps on its prey from the cover of the deep trees,
He surges forward
…announcing His presence thru the sigh of nature…
…announces His displeasure at my capture in the stillness of the breeze
…radiating a Light that penetrates every shadow
…every twist of truth
He allows me a moment to stand there
..steadies the knees that long to fall in sweet worship.
He calls my eyes to look forward…
…to finally see him…the one who had taken my heart
…the one that I had listened to
…the one that I had believed
…the one who purposed to kill my heart and my soul
…the one who desired nothing more than my death even as I lived.
As my eyes met his,
the one whose lies I had been worshipping,
my knees snap forward, no longer able to hold back…
my heart screams in my chest, up and out…
until my mouth is too full to keep hold on the agony
…the heartbreak seeking release at His altar.
Because, you see…
…that wasn’t Him…that wasn’t my Savior
…and yet I had followed him back into captivity
…back into the lie
…back into darkness that wrestles to choke off the Light.
And just as shame works to swallow me whole,
“I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin.
Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever.
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
…and at His sweet whisper, the chains fall from my hands
…the gag loosens from my mouth
…the tears are wiped away
…the heartbreak heals
…my hands caught up in His, I am brought to my feet
I sit here now, by the light of a computer screen
…my wrists still sore as a memory of where He brought me from…
and all I can do is worship Him, in fullness and truth
…because what else is there for a heart to do
when the truth of the past still echoes from within my captivated heart??
**Christ’s words were taken from John 8:34-36,
the verses whispered to my soul this morning**
Looking up as always…