Caged birds sing no songs of freedom.
I’ve always kept record of significant joys and hardships I’ve encountered through out my life.
As a creative individual I’ve used many methods to chronicle these moments. When I was in elementary school, my Mom gifted me a small Precious Moments journal. I’d write in it everyday, all the important things that occurred. Most of what I wrote each day were the normal frustrations of a 10 year old girl, but I began to write deeper too. I wrote my first poem in that little book.
I’ve used songs to chronicle seasons in my life too! I can’t hear “Strawberry Wine” without being taken back to 1996 and our summer vacation in Wimberly, Texas. Bryan Adam’s song, “Please Forgive Me” transports me to my childhood bedroom, and me drowning in a flood of tears, as I ached from my first broken heart.
Like writing, and song, I’ve spent nearly 20 years using art on my body to tell the story of my life. I can look at each piece of ink, and like my journal, or a Bryan Adams song, remember where I’ve been, and from how far I’ve come.
For Christmas my Aunt, gifted me a scarf with the word FREE written on. I’m a word junky. It’s my love language. The most treasured thing people can gift me are kind and encouraging words.
So when I received that scarf with FREE….I knew it was prophesying to the season in which I was entering, and confirmation to that awaited me at every corner.
January first I posted my story of freedom from the lies and victim-hood of sexual abuse, and I AM BOLD MOVEMENT (https://iamboldmovement.com/2019/01/19/beauty-from-ashes/ ) shared my story!
It’s only March, and already God has completely set me free from the lies of the enemy, bitterness, addiction to VAPE, anxiety, the list keeps growing, can you imagine the freedom that awaits in the next 9 months?🤰🏻 I’m pregnant with His promise, and birthing freedom EVERY WHERE I GO!
You might see INK, but I see tattoo’s as artistic- monuments of victory!
I seem to have lost my way.
Because where freedom should await, instead I’ve found a closed door.
Smiles gather round in the waiting. None, not a one seem bothered by just remaining. They walk around admiring the colors of their captive cage.
Rusted metal is all that bars their way.
Surely rust, formed by the tears of those who “remain”, or the sweat and struggle from those who’ve tried to break free from this cage?
But no one here seems bothered at all. Not so much as a tear from their eyes do I ever see fall.
They are at home in this caged in life. No one even cares that just beyond that door is where freedom resides.
So I scream and cry out, “Freedoms there, can’t you see!”
Only their smiles turn to laughs, and they’re laughing at me.
They laugh so hard I find myself small.
At least half the woman I was before I yelled Freedoms call.
Yet with tiny hands and a broken heart, I reach through the cage…..
Determined. No matter the obstacle, nothing, and no one, will stand in Freedoms way.
Those who once laughed me small, now grow angry. Watching me sweat and crawl my way through those old rusty bars.
“You won’t make it”, from behind me one of them calls. “These bars kept you safe. You must stay where you belong.”
But I pay no attention to those captives left behind me. Instead I crawl my way through the place that once barred me in. A change begins to happen, and I feel myself growing, not from the outside but from somewhere deep with-in. Taller and wider I find I become, until all that once held me captive-
Is. Completely. Gone.
Exhausted from combating the lies from so far behind. I collapse, to rest my head at the lambs side.
He nuzzles my face, and whispers in my ear, “That cage was open. I set you free. All you needed was to walk into victory.”