Never use the word to interpret your experiences, the word is more real than your experiences. Judges 6:12-16, the angel called Gideon a mighty man of valour, even though in verse 15 he complained about his state but God saw him mighty.
It's our responsibility to make our life conform with God's word. There's an inheritance for us (Col 1:12). He picked you up & qualified you.
As a child of God, you're not in bondage. You were "made" free never to return to bondage.
You're the deliverer (the Savior), you don't need no deliverance. Obadiah 1:21 And saviours shall come up on mount Zion to judge the mount of Esau; and the kingdom shall be the LORD's.
The New creation is Superior to Satan, the common man is subject.
We're now in the kingdom of his dear son, here you have all things.
Refuse to use a different light to look at yourself. God made you in his class. Don't let another light deceive you. You could see a white material as red under a red light but under the right light, you'll see its real colour.
John 1:4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men. 1:5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. 1:8 He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light. 1:9 That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
He is the true light, use his word as your light. An X-ray shows as deep as the bones, baggage scan rays see deep into your bag. There's the Word-ray, it sees deep into your spirit, what God says about you.
Revelation 2:9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich).....
He indicated that he understood their situation but God saw them as rich.
Use the word of God, use the true light. Refuse the negativities of this world.
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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