Hiding behind the blur used to be what I thought made me more like the women in the Bible. Hidden behind baggy clothes and know one knows why. The lie that modesty was outward and about lengths of dresses and covered up messes. Ahhh. Until I realized that Christ’s sacrifice was sufficient. No longer did I need to defend it with “religion”.

Religion became the attire until it tired me out. Living make believe as if belief in Him was made by me. Free. He freed me indeed. Embraced the essence of my God given femininity without shame or lies from the enemy centered around women being a “problem” rather than pearls. No girl. You’re a pearl. Bought at a high price. Eve’s story was never intended to criminalize you nor make you hide. The blood was enough.

Be Free. Break those walls built by broken man made rules. Rules that attempt to reign in your heart, when that throne room seat is already occupied with Christ. Rules used as tools to carve false images of God’s creation. Imitations. Limitations. Be Free. Unlimited love was always for you and me. Just couldn’t see behind the pressure to conform to the patterns of performance. I got tired man. And weary. Do you hear me? Tired. Fired from the freedom that once hired me for a heavenly call. Forfeited it for familiarity and fear. Heavy. Yet it was never mines to bear. So there. You can have it. There. I will walk in obedience in spite of who stares. In spite of who dares to tell me to shrink. Overthink. Sink. Don’t think for a moment I don’t attempt to to overthink and swim the surface, yet He’s calling me to the deep for a peculiar purpose. I think…I know, that’s the right way to go. Be Free. Jesus paid it all. It is finished. Who the Son sets free is free indeed. Never again to be bound. Never again to be bound.

-Amy