Free to worship

She did not have the best reputation, many knew her story and not in flattery terms. She had a label to her name, a rap sheet to her case but she was a worshipper. She pressed through the condescending looks & the hurtful remarks to kneel at the feet of the Master & touched His heart through worship. Tears of brokenness and adoration ran down her face like a river as she washed His feet and softly wiped them with the fur of her hair…
then a great peace invaded her heart and she felt the joy of being forgiven…

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty,

She left the label and the luggage at the feet of the Master,

She was set free,

free to be that person of standard,

That vessel of honor,

That she was created to be,

Her past did not have power over her anymore,

The woman who was looking for love

In all the wrong places,

The woman who was looking for identity

In false promises,

The woman who was known in town

Not because of her virtue,

The woman who was talked about,

The woman who was looking for relief in the bottles or the needles,

The woman who was lied to, was no longer…

She met the Potter who took the broken vessel

And shape her with destiny and made her whole,

And when she thought there was no more treasure in her,

She met the jeweler who took the scars of her past,

And restored beauty to her soul

And she became a living stone,

With the word “redeemed” engraved in her heart…

She met A carpenter who took away

The old foundation of lies and deceits,

And laid down a new foundation of life with purpose…

She was forgiven….