At the ripe old age of 53, I’m seeing my own various “jail cells” break down, come apart, and disappear. I’m finding freedom in new ways. It didn’t come easy.
When I was a young adult – in my early 20s – I attempted getting help through counseling. It lasted maybe three sessions, before I dropped it.
But I remember one thing about it.
I remember trying to explain to the counselor what was going on in my head, but having trouble forming the words.
So I drew a picture one night, to show to the counselor.
I remember it well. It was the view from inside a jail cell. I drew my arms and my hands, holding on to a row of the bars to a jail cell. I drew about seven bars, and on each one, wrote a word. Each word was the label I gave to each problem in my mind. Put together, each problem formed a jail cell. A prison of the mind. I brought this sketch with me the next time I saw the counselor, and it greatly helped. That was how I was able to speak.
Freedom is available to us all, from whatever mental prison, or jail cell, has formed in the mind, keeping us a prisoner, holding us hostage.
I became a Christian as a teenager, in 1987, and my journey through the years has been difficult, the bars to the “jail cell” being impossible to break, until I finally called upon the name of the Lord. When I finally found deliverance through Jesus, the bars came loose and gave way.
I had to be broken, and come to the end of my self.
That’s when He began to take down the bars.
I am no longer a “prisoner”. I’m free. But I am a slave to Him, and in His service, I must tell others of the freedom that He offers.
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If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
John 8:36
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