I Divorced You. #Liberated
how dare you try to creep back into my life.
I divorced you long ago.
You are dead.
In fact, we were never married.
And even if, “till death do us part” & You are dead – so we’ve been torn apart.
I bled for one month – fearlessly. Through my distress you kept knocking at my door holding your best gift – deceit. Stalking my mind. Moaning and groaning ugly cries to resurface in my life.
Might I remind you that YOU ARE DEAD.
Not only are you dead, you are also powerless.
Fear, I bid you back into your coffin.
I’m taking risks.
Listening to God.
I see why you’re so upset.
Fear, I cast you down with fetters of chain and iron.
Just know, I am soaked in the Blood of Jesus. This is not your territory or terrain. This is not a game. This is not YOUR game. So I charge you to be gone back into the pits of Hell before my Abba gets upset with you.
This is your final warning.
For I have been set free from your deceitfulness.
I will succeed; “My Bible tells me so”
“Fear not, for I Am with you.”
I just thought to let you know.
Back to work I go.