Chains of Our Own Making

I am a child of the King Shaddi and so I live in the Land of Promise, a place of unsurpassed beauty and unequaled tranquility. I feast on the Bread of Life and drink from Living Water, both abundant and free to all children of King Shaddi. Along with the ever present companionship and protection of King Shaddi I have also the friendship of Prince Yeshua His son, and the wise counsel of Ruach ha’ Kodesh the royal counselor. The Land of Promise has still waters and lush green pastures. So you can understand my perplexity one day when I ran across a most distressing and unsettling sight!

While walking, singing a song of praise and soaking in the rays of the Son, I came across a shadow, dark and cold. It wasn’t a natural shadow, but one of such darkness and despair it caused my song to stop and though I still had upon me the warmth of the Son, a cold grief cut at my heart from the sorrowful cries and painful moans I heard from one within the shadow. I took a step to better see the poor wretched soul who voiced such suffering. “Brother!” I cried out, “what can I do to help you? I heard a rustling of bushes and the sound of many feet rushing from sight.” “Nothing” answered back the suffering soul. “There is nothing that can be done, and I must languish in this dark, cold, and damp place forever!” I squinted to get a better look at this wretched soul and saw heavy chains upon his wrists and ankles. From the thinness of his face I could tell this poor soul had not eaten for quite awhile. But here too is an odd part. This miserable soul sat in a shallow bog covered with thick, gooey mud, chains hanging about his wrists and ankles, but with no locks. As far as I could tell this poor, pitiful soul could shake off those chains and though moving from the bog would be difficult not impossible. “Friend,” I called out, “Those chains are not locked upon you. You are free to go!” But the desolate soul looked upon me as if I had two heads. He continued to sit there totally unaware of his freedom. I noticed the ram’s horn about His neck that gave evidence that this miserable soul was a child also of the good King Shaddi. A question rose to my lips at sight of the ram’s horn, “Friend, why don’t you give a blast on the horn and call the good King, His Son, and Ruach ha’ Kodesh to come help you?” But that poor wretched soul just cried all the harder. After more of a very one-sided conversation I left the poor soul and with a heavy heart headed out to converse with the good King myself about this perplexing situation. How was it that a child of the King, living in the Land of Promise, protected at the blast of the ram’s horn by a host of beings, could find himself in such a predicament?

“Good King Shaddi how can this be?” With a voice of great sorrow my good King replied, “Saved but Suffering is in a jail of his own making and those chains upon his ankles and wrists were fashioned by his own hands. Other chains also with his own mark are upon his heart. You see though saved, he is yet completely surrendered and so a door was open to the Strongman. Those sounds of many feet scattering at your approach were emissaries of the Strongman, False Doctrine, Persuasive, Liar, Suspicion, Discourager, Half Hearted, Doubt, Self, Fear and many more. Prince Yeshua, Ruach ha’ Kodesh, and myself are constantly beside him, waiting to cover Him with the truth, but his eyes and ears are turned to self and others. Do you remember when you were languishing in the dungeon of the grave? You made a choice and my Son overcame the grave for you. It is the same here. Saved must make a choice, and we will overcome this darkness for him also. As with all my children, I have a special name for this child of mine.” The good King Shaddi held out his hand and upon His palm I saw the name Victory. The King smiled at my look of astonishment. “Yes, this is the name we have chosen for him and we will wait patiently to place this crown upon his head.”

He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. Psalm 107: 20

Nevertheless when it shall turn to the Lord, the veil shall be taken away. Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord. 2 Corinthians 3: 16-18

I pray for you, loved one of El Shaddi, saved through the sacrificial blood of Yeshua, counseled and taught of Ruach ha’ Kodesh…may you experience the presence of God in your daily life, may you move about in a life anointed, that the world may have no power over you, that you will live above rather than under circumstances.

Shalom,

Cindy 2002

That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death Philippians 3: 10

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