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Beauty Escaped

Beauty was locked away. 
On the rocky heights of Golgotha, my Friend gave his life because I was in prison. They spit on him, called him names. He sat in a cell; cold, alone. In the morning he carried the cross on his back for miles in the dust. When he reached the hilltop, they nailed his hands and his feet to it, and raised him up for all to see.

And from the cross He spoke:
The Earth shook.
The sky grew dark.
He gave up his spirit and died in my place. Serving my sentence. Taking my punishment.
By the power of his words the father of lies fell. That keeper of my prison was knocked down.

And on the third day when the earth shook again and the stone rolled away,
Jesus was once again raised up for all to see. 
And all the glory of the day shown into my cell and He called me out into the land of the living. 

On that day, beauty escaped

Whenever I hate my reflection, agree with my ex-captor’s accusations, give in, give up, or submit to deception of any kind, I chain myself all over again.  I choose to crawl back into my cold prison and sit there alone; captive again. All the while the door is open. The chains aren't locked anymore. The enemy can’t shut me in. I’m free to go. Yet I stay, as if he had power to hold me there.

The truth is this: the only one who has the power to bind me and imprison me is myself. The enemy can’t keep me there any longer. All he can do is convince me that I deserve to be there.

But Jesus died to free me.  And he said that if he sets me free, I am really, really free! Beauty escaped. It is FINISHED. That beauty manifests itself in freedom. 
That freedom is where I'm learning to stay.

I am free. He is coloring me in; adding detail, depth, shadowing.  I am becoming beautiful again.  As I embrace the fact that I am loved and free, I more clearly recognize his voice and his heart.  And as I hear him and see him I am slowly waking up. All of creation is waiting in anticipation for the day when I am completely consumed by the glory that was intended for me before the foundation of the Earth.

This blog is a collection of my thoughts on beauty escaped. I hope that if nothing else, these words stir you to wake and see that your chains can easily fall off, because they are not locked. You can walk out of your prison into the cool of the day, by still waters, through green pastures. The captive is now captivated with Love. 

You’re free, Beauty.  So go run.   


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