“It is finished” victory cries and breath leaves His body. The light of the world gives Himself to death. Ready and willing. He enters the darkest of dark and feels it consume his being. Heaven looks on in agonizing anticipation. He has to do this. It’s the only way.
He storms into the throne room of hell eyes ablaze and stops inches away from satan. “Get low and give me the keys” as the devil falls on his face the keys of death itself turn hands. And Victory stomps on his head, bruising His heel.
3 days have passed and the earth gasps for breath as Jesus’ eyes fly open. Running from the grave He beams with joy knowing He gets to tell His followers, His friends, His disciples, that it’s been done. Not only is His God our God, but now His Father is our Father. The moment of perfect adoption completed. Death defeated forever.
Now look down. Your heels are bruised too. I have bruised heels. Because when Jesus took the victory He shared it with us. He gave us His victory, His name, His righteousness to wear as our own. Now THAT’S GOOD NEWS!!!
Up until this past week, I let fear have the final say in my life. But I’m so tired of backing down from the fight. And so much of what I believed to be true about the enemy for so long were lies he planted in me. He wants me to back down and run away because he doesn’t want me to know his secret. He has no weapons. Jesus took those when He stormed out of hell. And when He gave us His life He gave us His authority. I’ve spent my whole life running from my calling not knowing that I carry all the authority of heaven.
Now not only are my heels bruised, but the entirety of my feet are from dancing on this victory.
This is freedom. This is the joy that the enemy tried to steal from me. Knowledge of my full inheritance. That the calling put on my life is not something to run from but towards because I already possess all I’ll ever need to get me there. This fight isn’t what I thought it was. It’s not like a boss battle where the devil gets stronger each round. I gain more ground every time I put my foot down. And you better believe I’m taking my land back right now.
I have absolutely nothing to fear. Not since I became a child of the Most High 2000 years ago.
What complete freedom to come into the fact that all my fears were just meer illusions. To get to go fight the battles I’ve backed away from, not knowing his paper chains are no match for my sword. Coming into my title as a Queen in the kingdom, discovering my words alone carry such immense power.
I’ve been at G42 for 2 weeks now and already these people, this class, it’s changed my stride. I’ve been called out of my chains and into my place in the Kingdom. I’ve felt the shift. I’ve lost my doubt and traded it for an unquenchable fire. I have this deep desire inside me now, one that longs to tell everyone willing to listen that they carry this same authority. That fear is a liar and it’s shackles are a trick. You have the authority to not only set yourself free but all those around you. All you have to do is pick up your sword and fight. The fight against death is ours too. Your heels are already bruised.
