Thoughts

I wrote this yesterday after church, I was inspired by the move of the Lord in the service. 

I met a woman today, who's story seemed to represent the image of who I used to be, it got me to thinking....

Its in the mind, in the heart...
Exalting itself against the knowledge:
The thought, the condemnation that attempts to strangle you with its icy claws.
The thought, the writhing chains of self loathing hang on for dear life in their attempt to hold you bound.
The thought, the burden that you carry cannot be removed, it has strapped itself to you with the permanence of death.
Your delusion shows in the lines of your face, in the slump of your shoulders, and the wave of your hand (like a wraith flitting from here to there) attempting to push away the web of confusion.  It cannot be pushed, it is like a rock, no a mountain that will not be removed easily.
The words spoken, "I cannot be free"

His presence fills the room like a deluge, crushing and covering everything in it's path.  Nothing can stand before His presence.
High things, are buried under the weight of His glory.  Even the hidden things, {the squinches and the peepholes}- are left bare before Him.

The thought, Jesus is the answer...

It might not be easy to walk away and leave it there, the thing that you have carried so long and with such...tenacity. Wearing it proudly, like a brooch made of something that once was alive, but now is dead and stinking.
But there is that possibility, the hope, now seen as never before, you Could leave it, if you choose to.
Its your choice.
The thought, ...

And at the name of Jesus...
Death is swallowed up in Victory

Thanks for listening.