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Those chains that bind you...hold you...confine you...cripple you...may God break every chain that keeps you low, that weighs you down...

Dear hearts...loose the ties that bind, release the sorrow, the sadness....each link, every buckle meant to dig in, bite into your sweet spirit...blacken your days, blight the skies over your blessed head. This is not what we are meant for....queens and kings each one of us....meant for better, for more...meant to shine, to walk this path with joy unceasing, with grace, with love that lifts, upholds...

It is hard to fathom this life when in the midst of the storm...I know it my friends...however, with every link, with every break in the chains I see blue skies...with each dropping of the weight of sorrow, of grief and heartache I see love and more...

I often turn now...from a place of safety I view the crooked path behind me....oh, it hurts my heart...but as I soaked in a hot bath to ease sore muscles last night and talked to God...I cried with tears of joy mixed with the sorrow, for the easing of it all. I laughed with a thankfulness for the people He has brought into my life that understand me, accept me, love me as I am and felt such deep thankfulness for His mercy, for His grace and love...for walking with me on this path...for never leaving my side even in the midst of the darkest of hells, in peril, in fear for my life...He was there, always and He is there for you as well my friends...


May God walk with you this day and every day forward...may you see the chains fall to the ground, may you know the lightness of freedom, of walking in joy and love despite the raging storm that engulfs you.

God bless you today with His strength, with His grace, with His protection.

 
 
 

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