Chains of Freedom

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*Disclaimer: This isn't actually a new blog post but something I posted on Facebook a few weeks ago. But as always feel free to read!*


Chains of Freedom
Once I wanted to be free. I set out to find freedom anywhere I could. “I could be free out partying,” I thought. Having a good time, making new friends, drinking, what could go wrong? Clink, Clank! My search yielded only a chain bound tightly to my jaw and brain. Addiction had just made a new slave.
Next, I turned to the “noble” art: combat. What could be more freeing than saving or taking life? What a rush it would be, after that I would truly be free! Clink, Clank! The chains of violence, anger, and hatred rattled as they settled around my soul. My freedom search was beginning to slow me down.
Love, that was what I was missing! So away I hobbled looking for a companion to complete my missing pieces. The ability to pick my own partner, the ultimate freedom of choice! Clink, Clank! Homosexuality loudly snapped shut around my heart. Freedom slowed me to a crawl.
These chains were painful and crippling my walk! Aha, therapy would solve my problems! A few talks, a couple pills, then these chains would leave. Clink, Clank! PTSD, Bipolar, BPD, Adjustment Disorder; labels flying at me and chains landing in my brain. Madness began to whisper terrifying lies of insanity to my mind, heart, and soul.
Desperate now, I wandered aimlessly, there was only one more step I could think of to make me free. Death, the ultimate freedom! In death, no one could rule me then. Snap! Suicide’s chains rattled through the other chains’ loops and then tied me to the floor. In agony, I lay unable to move. Addiction, Hatred, Violence, Homosexuality, Madness, and Suicide barely let me breathe. My search for freedom had left me in soul crushing chains!
As I lay, gasping and waiting for death, I heard a still small voice; one I thought I would never hear again. “I’m still here, waiting for you.” “But God,” I cried, “It can’t be true, you can’t still love me, I’m broken, filthy, and unable to break free.” “Trust Me, call on Me, and then just watch and see.” One deep, ragged breathe and I screamed, “Jesus come save me!” Clank, Snap, Pop! The chains all began to drop, as God breathed new life into me. In my Father’s embrace was were I was truly set free.

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