Let Loose

Let Loose

When you have exhausted.

When you have poured out.

When you have poured out all that matters to you.

When you stop saying when.

When you have had enough.

When you are over it.

When you have exhausted all of yourself.

When you have poured out.

Isaiah 58:10 And if you pour out that with which you sustain your own life for the hungry and satisfy the need of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity and gloom become like the noonday.

You see it again now don’t you?

Yes Lord, the wrung out sponge, squeezed so hard that there cannot be anything left to be released from it. And then in a moment, after a moment, an almighty torrent floods from within, breaking the bounds of reason, containment or confinement.

When you have nothing left to give, just give me, just release me, just let go of me, seriously loose me.

Man thou art loosed!

Loose that man and let him go.

For the chains shall fall at your feet.

For I touched him, he got up, and the chains fell to the ground.

Receive my touch, arise and see the chains fall.

Don’t try to be free, just be free, receive my freedom.

For you see yourself like a statue, standing there trying not to move.

Holding yourself back, tying yourself down, placing your hands in the hand cuffs, adopting the posture of a captive.

Wrestling with that which confines, pulling upon the chains makes no difference, except to intensify the feeling that you are bound.

Yet have I not given you the key? Why wrestle with the chain, when you only need to turn the key?

You want to pound at that which contains you, over and over, harder and harder, expressing greater and greater frustration. It’s like you want to be stoned, you want to remain in the place of bondage.

You would rather inhabit the tomb of captivity, to rest in the place of death and darkness, to be the recluse, to remain in seclusion, to put on the mantle of shyness, the cloak of insecurity, the chains of darkness, the chains of restraint, the binding of the grave clothes. But this is what I have to say about it!

Psalms 18:3-7 I will call upon the Lord, Who is to be praised; so shall I be saved from my enemies. The cords or bands of death surrounded me, and the streams of ungodliness and the torrents of ruin terrified me. The cords of Sheol (the place of the dead) surrounded me; the snares of death confronted and came upon me. In my distress [when seemingly closed in] I called upon the Lord and cried to my God; He heard my voice out of His temple (heavenly dwelling place), and my cry came before Him, into His [very] ears. Then the earth quaked and rocked, the foundations also of the mountains trembled; they moved and were shaken because He was indignant and angry. Psalms 18:16-18 He reached from on high, He took me; He drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy and from those who hated and abhorred me, for they were too strong for me. They confronted and came upon me in the day of my calamity, but the Lord was my stay and support.

I am pulling upon you.

It is I that pulls you up.

It is I that calls you out.

Be encouraged, encourage yourself to receive my courage.

Hold on to courage.

Receive courage.

Respond to my voice.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

From darkness to light.

From covered to exposed.

From hidden to manifest.

From closed to open.

From confinement to release.

Put off the shepherd cloak of shyness, take up the robe of authority, the king of freedom, ambassador of freedom.

For you hear the words from my lips “Loose that man and let him go!”

John 11:43-44 When He had said this, He shouted with a loud voice, Lazarus, come out! And out walked the man who had been dead, his hands and feet wrapped in burial cloths (linen strips), and with a [burial] napkin bound around his face. Jesus said to them, Free him of the burial wrappings and let him go.

For you shall be free of the burial wrappings.

From the place of restraint, to the place of freedom.

Rise up and see the chains fall off.

Acts 12:6-7 The very night before Herod was about to bring him forth, Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, fastened with two chains, and sentries before the door were guarding the prison. And suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared [standing beside him], and a light shone in the place where he was. And the angel gently smote Peter on the side and awakened him, saying, Get up quickly! And the chains fell off his hands.

For it is I that stands with you.