Back in the summer of 2009, I wept as runners filed by my house. I was trapped so deep in addiction that I probably couldnt stand to cheer. I am so grateful, all these years later, to be free. I look at those running snapshots, pictures from Red Sea class, or just hanging out with family and know Im free. It is a horrible experience to be in jail, and I dont mean the kind the county and state own. The one that we develop and build with our grudges, resentments, and unforgiving heart. We have the key to let ourselves mostly in, but rarely out. Yesterday was probably just another day to most, but I still marvel at all that God provides on the outside of the prison of addiction and hardened heart. I never grow tired of speaking of my intimate relationship with my rescuer. So, if you get a little tired of seeing my picture or seeing me post a feeling or two, you can know its because Im still excited to be breathing clean air. Go home to your family, and tell them how much God has done for you. So the man left. He went through the whole city and told people how much Jesus had done for him. (Luke 8:39). Even greater today is to see pictures of so many others also running free throughout the city, telling others what Jesus has done for them.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 14:25:54 +0000
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