It’s a resistance

As I was cleaning my inbox; Deleting and unsubscribing, I started receiving emails in response that were far more dramatic then the situation called for.

Phrases like,

“We are breaking up”

“No more calls, no more texts from us” and

“Sad you are leaving us.”

The Lord then dropped a word in my heart. If it resonates with you, let it do what only His words can.

The Lord says, I am cutting ties.

The boundary lines are drawn.

The enemy causes you to fear missing out.

To feel like you are causing sadness in others because you are choosing boundaries.

This at times, produces hesitation in your steps. In your thoughts.

I am severing you from this, NOW.

The freedom you are beginning to experience will be the final blow to the enemy’s pleading and pulling on you, in this area.

For some, severing will be sudden.

For others, it’s as layers of an onion coming off but there will be no tears shed in fear, shame or doubt.

Dry your eyes.

Speaking of tears and blurred vision, that which is being removed from your life is bringing clarity and alignment to how you see your surroundings.

It’s been tough to find gratefulness, appreciation.

Joy even.

It’s been the oppressive nature of darkness.

It’s been a ploy to keep you hindered and bottled up.

I am uncorking. POP!

Let it spill out.

Allow the gratitude and excitement to bubble up from within.

I say allow it because as David wrote,

praise is of your will.

You have to initiate with your effort.

You have the energy it takes.

Go ahead.

Let it bubble.

Lift it. Lift your praise.

And lift your gaze towards Me and My promises.

Your faith, your hope, the object of your gaze, when It is Me, it’s not dependent on nor reflective of your strength, your wisdom, your perfection.

The outcome is on Me.

When you follow Me.

When you go beyond your life-formed thoughts and expectations based on historical events and simply say “yes.”

There’s a “no” that takes place.

It’s not implied nor is it a suggestion or request.

It’s a resistance.

And we know the presence of resistance = the absence of the enemy.

Dry your eyes.

It’s time to break up.

Part ways.

Pop the cork!