Shattered Chains

She steps into the courtyard, dappled with sunshine. A hint of music lingers in the air, enticing her feet to worship and dance. For the first time, in the brilliance of the day's light, truth streams down and she notices the chains.

Her royal garment, hand woven, fitted to her frame, marred by the rusted metal clinging around her. How could she have missed them. She has carried them for what seems an eternity. They simply became a part of her, a part she was never intended to carry.

Softly coming, steps towards her. The chains revealed in the light, scream at her to hide. He will never love you with these. Run away. Straight into the depth of the ravage forest where you can hide the chains from sight. Her mind gives way to fear and she looks for an escape.

The sound of His love pouring over her calls her back. Standing at the gateway, a reminder of the past she so desperately wants to leave behind. Washed in His love, she turns face to face. With no words left, she hangs her head as shame overtakes. He lifts her chin, gazing into His eyes all pain, regret, shame dissipate into His love.

Surrendering the chains to Abba, they simply shatter in the radiance of His glory.

"If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." - John 8:31-32