Without Limit

With or without?

With or without option?

No option?

What is your choice?

There is so much on the menu…

For you don’t Ike to be limited…

Why look for options?

You desire choice and yet love what you have…

For what is freedom without choice you ask?

Yet if I presented you with the choice would you make it?

You feel confined, for you are bound to be free.

You are bound to demonstrate freedom.

For I present you as a gift of freedom.

For when you break free of the wrapping then freedom is released.

I want you to write a book on freedom, be sure to talk about the binding, how each page is bound to the next.

For what you see in the mirror is not what I see.

You present your hands bound, restricted. You present your restrictions before me, yet I have named you freedom, for where the spirit of the Lord is there is freedom.

Show them what it is like to be free.

For is not freedom best demonstrated in the place of captivity?

For who can hold my spirit captive?

For the binding only serves to provide a means, provide a way, illustrate the way of freedom.

For what does freedom look like to you?

The place of peace, the covering of peace, the revelation of contentment, the breaking of chains, the movement outside the boundary.

It is interesting to me that you don’t mention freedom of choice?

For you present me with the best option Lord, why would I need to choose? You gave me a car with more choices, more options than any other but I love it just the way it is. You gave me a choice of many women, yet the one you chose for me is so precious, so amazing, so beyond imagination, that I could never choose another. Yet the place I sit, the home where I reside is not mine. I feel like Abraham where you showed him all the stars, but then he asked you for the one.

Yet from the many shall come the one, and the one from the many.

For my yolk is easy and my burden is light.

Here is a new picture of freedom for you…

Running through the field without burden, without restraint, without concern, without endurance, with joy

You are trying to carry everything, and yet I am right beside you waiting to receive the weight.

Who told you, you can’t!

Breakthrough demonstrates freedom.

You are defined by what you have regard for.

When you look upon the face of your captor, what is it you see?

I see freedom, not impending doom.

I see victory not defeat.

I see release not confinement.

I see breakthrough in the place of brokenness.

For the chains shall break in the presence of freedom.

Whose voice do you hear?

Who told you, you can’t?

It wasn’t me….

The enemy seeks to draw the line, but you carry the boundary, you define the boundary.

Tell them how you see it, give them a definition of freedom.

Write a book called Freedom.