Wednesday, July 10, 2013
SO WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE?
Will you choose the presence of oppression and heaviness?
Do you want chains on your ambitions and your requests silenced with other agendas?
Death’s lips are filled with planned excuses, carefully thought out, so that he is never placed in a position of promising expectation. No growth.
Death is the language of pushing against the wind, slothfulness, constant debt and being buried in stone. His voice is a reminder of dreams far away that were laid to rest in foreign tombs.
Death extinguishes desires with the arctic embrace of silence, and hushes your wants before they are completely spoken.
Death stops your feet from moving forward. God wants you to go beyond your limits. Death disables your path by standing in the way and makes you feel inadequate but God provides power and strength for each next move. Death pretends to be ignorant plays well, robbing you of your life while God calls out at you offering Life in abundance. Oh, that we would choose Life!
Death is the enemy of the soul's freedom, life outside the boundaries, but God is freedom and life in a soul that is without limits to love and live.
Death is the thousand thoughts that keep sleep far away when my side of the world holds on to slumber. He is the destiny I once chose but the future I no longer believe in. As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. We will serve the Lord. Serve the Lord. As for me and my house, we will choose Life. For where the Lord is, there is liberty and life. Darkness cannot remain and death will not prevail.
I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both you and your seed may live: That you may love the LORD your God, and that you may obey his voice, and that you may hold to him: for he is your life, and the length of your days: that you may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give them. (Deuteronomy 30: 19-20)
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