You are…Set Free
Imagine with me the freed Hebrew slaves as they have just witnessed Pharaoh’s army get swept away by the Red Sea closing over them. A woman stands on the edge of the frothing waves watching the power of oppression sinking to the bottom. For four hundred years all her people have known is slavery and oppression. She leaves that all behind, now truly set free from her former life and walking in freedom and adventure with the God who Saves.
God miraculously does the same with us. He makes us free. He sets us at liberty. He releases us from bondage, imprisonment and the chains that bind us. He replaces our mess and declares us righteous and holy.
As I dug through the Bible for stories of freedom, I love the responses of those set free.
I love that their first response if rejoicing. A heavy burden has been lifted from their shoulders and in lightness they dance and sing and cry with gratitude.
Lord Jesus, open our eyes to the freedom you have brought us. Help us to see the power of oppression sinking to the depths of the sea, never to grasp us again. Thank you for breaking chains and for declaring us holy because of you. Help us to walk ahead with you and become servants of light and life. Show us today what freedom looks like.
In what ways has God set you free or in what ways do you long to be set free today?
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