Get Free & Stay Free in Jesus name

Her adventurous tattered soul wandered from backstreet to holes found in the walls. Until one day she looked up and saw sky- wide, open. She realized that there was an opportunity, space, freeways unending up, there. But she had to go higher. Surveying herself, noticing her extremities, the thought skirted through her head. Perhaps, she said, “if I apply myself and exert all of me, I can glide into that which is beautiful. Glancing at her feet she noticed that there were chains. Low self-esteem, linked to fear, fastened tightly to self-doubt, how could she escape? Jesus came as she called out of desperation and handed her the key. Pass the rats, around the needles, amid garbage she weaved in and out of this familiar terrain. Briskly walking, which quickly developed into running, sprinting, cross country until she was airborne. The chains had been there so long sometimes, as she flew the scars weighed her down a bit.

Nevertheless, she enjoyed writing with her wings in the sky, only dreaming of going higher. As the wind braided her hair, she looked down in the alley and saw other women there. This determined girl worshiped the Key-giver, Waymaker, Plane changer. Boldly approaching her Savior, she was granted permission to soar within the gaze of the women, as Jesus has a key for them as well.  She did as He instructed, and behold millions flew with her to go greet the Redeemer who provided the key. The story is not fiction and the girl is me.