Thursday, December 01, 2005

Hot Dogs and P-Nut Butter

Breaking Free

I have just finished 11 weeks of bible study by Beth Moore. This has been, I believe, the most difficult of studies. It opened my eyes and my soul to the oppression of my past life before I knew God. The study allowed me to "break free" from the bondage of pain, trauma and trials of my childhood and well into adulthood. I was asked to see things I thought I had let go and forgiven. I guess life just isn't like that. It truly takes a higher power and a real in depth down to the soul want to to enable us to let go of the things we carry inside. Now I'm talking about trauma that has kept me in bondage for over 35 years! I can tell you that we never find freedom from bondage in "independence". We find it by taking the same handcuffs that once bound us to sin and binding ourselves to the wrist of Christ. When you're imprisoned in the will of God, your cell becomes the Holy of Holies. Never forget, there is only one Stronghold that frees when it binds! Anyway, at the end of this series Beth Moore summed up this journey with the following:


O, God, Who frees the captive
Do not liberate this carnal slave for freedom's sake
For I will surely wing my flight to another thorny land.
Break, instead, each evil bond
And rub my swollen wrists,
Then take me prisoner to Your will
Enslaved in Your safekeeping.
O, God, Who ushers light into the darkness,
Do not release me to the light
To only see myself.
Cast the light of my liberation upon Your face
And be Thou my vision.
Do not hand me over
To the quest of greater knowledge.
Make Your word a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path
And lead me to Your dwelling.

O, God, Who lifts the grieving head,
Blow away the ashes
But let Your gentle hand upon my brow
Be my only crown of beauty.
Comfort me so deeply,
My Healer,
That I seek no other comfort.

O, God, Who loves the human soul
Too much to let it go,
So thoroughly impose Yourself
Into the heaps and depths of my life
That nothing remains undisturbed.
Plow this life, Lord,
Until everything You overturn
Becomes a fertile soil,
Then plant me, O God
In the vast plain of Your love.
Grow me, strengthen me,
And do not lift Your pressing hand
Until it can boastfully unveil
A display of Your splendor.