Bonds and Bars Josiah’s first words spelled to me this morning were so carefully chosen by him, typed out slower than usual. He asked to take a break a couple of times, but this is the beauty that emerged: “Bless me. Be stunning. Feel tuned to love. You picture hibernating, hard-clawing, or climbing days ahead. Clear the bonds that widely band your hands. God is loudly working for hands that are free, bonds that are broken, tears that are counted. Clearly, though, wounds will wonder how to leave, for you will still feel the blackness banding your hands until the designed meat hooks damaged by world’s trials make fast pressure to learn that ‘God is my deliverer.’ “Blame bars for your limits. The Healer is to be lamenting bars with you until they clam up their black strength. Because careful inspection shows they were bold only because they were held as your limits. World hope looks like this—like more limits only and no hope for a deliverer. People think the Deliverer prizes mounted bars more than broken bonds. “Trial the truth. Daring Jesus orders proud black bonds to break and bars to bend. Voice that the bonds are only facts. You picture them as real, mostly because they are wound around help from your fear. The bars that limit you are mostly wound around your lack of stirred up hope. Simple bounds talk to you like they are real. So real. So loud. So humanly strong. So, mocking order responds to bonds, and not to a deliverer. Responds to lame and not to healed. Responds to real and not to spiritually woken up. “People think that, should blessing come, it will only come to soothe me, not to deliver me. Clarity works to say to feel more free than limited. Black bars lift off when facts are pictured as being true only when they are clarified by the Spirit, making them spirit and truth, ordering you to breathe and choosing you to live free.”
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 12:47:56 +0000
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