The erie silence comes over you like a slow rising smoke. The blackness thickens like fog. Your fire, the burning passion inside of you, it begins to suffocate and slowly reduce. Pressure in a downward force pushes with brutal force and you feel like your literal stature decreases. From all sides pain shoots through your body like lighting. Your knees begin to buckle. Your eyes bloodshot with anxiety pulsate as they look in desperation for help. The air you breathe begins to feel like needles with every breath. Your last bit of hope fades into the darkness as your weak and feeble voice utters one last whisper, “Abba, help”. Nothing but the whispers of darkness can be heard. The thought of, “this is it” crawls through your mind as you hit your knees from the intensity of the pressure. Subtlety you feel a small vibration in the ground that travels from your knees to your head. Then against all odds, against every thought that races in your mind, the very ground you are knelt at breaks forth with a Light. A roar that puts a lion to shame rumbles through the dungeon in which you reside. It is your Father! His eyes blazing with fire and in His mighty right hand a Sword to slay the whispers of darkness! It is the Lord strong and mighty! It is the God of break through! It is your prayers answered. It is your Father coming with fury to rescue you! He thunders forth a declaration, “FREEDOM!” and every pressure instantaneously releases.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.
-Aaron Brewer
