Yesterday, I went to Beach Chapel to deliver some flags and to creep up on Henry (hee hee hee). Both of those things were accomplished, but God had way bigger things in store for me.
“…in store for me”…I can’t even imagine all that God has stored up for me in heaven that He’ll be releasing. It’s astonishing!
Anyway, as I was dancing with flags, I felt the desire to go up on stage but wasn’t sure if I had that favor, so I stayed where I was. Before communion, we sat to pray, and at that moment, Henry motioned for me to come up on stage, so I went.
He asked me if I would dance with my flag up there for the next song. I was so excited: so excited because me wanting to be up there was from God and so excited to be up on stage, but it’s not for reasons you may be thinking of.
Back in the day, the past that’s dead, I danced many years on stages, but back then, I was taking off my clothes as well. I used to dance topless. Now, every time I dance, I’m reminded of God’s redemption, and this time, He redeemed time.
In one dance, God redeemed YEARS of stripping on stage. Time that was bought…paid for. Time that’s only brought up to show off His Glory. Time that’s been redeemed and can never be taken from me.
…in one dance!
Afterward, I tried to tell Henry what had just happened, but the words wouldn’t come out. I just melted on his shoulder…just like the years had just melted away in the dance.
I often say, “People don’t know what this means to me: the flags, the dancing, the redemption, etc,” but you DO know. We EACH have our own story, our own history, our own testimony of His Light flooding our lives. Each one is unique. Each one is lived out. Each one is overwhelming in the light of His Love. Each one is worth telling, and each one is worth listening to.
When we’ve accepted freedom, our past is nothing. I’m learning to give my testimony without words, which…I don’t even fully understand, but someone I trust dearly spoke that to me, so it’ll be something I’ll learn, but for now, I’ll use words.
If you feel something from your past is holding you back from freedom, here’s a glimpse of my past, which I’m free from:
rape
incest
neglect
abandonment
molestation
prostitution
stripping
promiscuity
drugs
alcohol
smoking
cussing
rejection
etc.
There are no excuses for you to be locked up in a personal freedom. Jesus died for ALL sin. He died for everything. He died for YOU to accept freedom.
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 