Feathers, Magnets and Nametags
I’m jumping up and down with raised hands and shouting victories one minute, on my knees crying and praying the next. Seems like I’d be bi-polar or something., but it’s actually just my realization of being consumed by the Holy Spirit. Understanding that I no longer have to feel any guilt or any shame. That those are all lies that I’ve fed myself this whole time. Satan was a liar, liar pants on fire, with a nose as long as a telephone wire. But I was calling him out and saying, “No longer will I be a victim. No longer would I be a slave.”
As this...