It was for freedom.

Oh reader, can you recall a moment when the weight of the entire world and all the dominions that reign evil were loosed by some force much stronger than itself; loosed from your shoulders and your back, loosed from your mind and your heart, and the freedom that had waited for so long to call itself yours cried Holy Holy Holy is the Son who came for freedom. Holy Holy Holy is He who gave Himself over to set me free. Tears would spill out, tears that had been coming forth for years only couldn't yet be released. And Joy overwhelmed the soul. Joy that couldn't help but to spill out of the heart and on to the ground and in to the ears of all those around.

I remember the moment when a few words were spoken and the cords that would bind were loosed both on earth and in Heaven, and freedom in the man, Jesus Christ, came to set me free. He had used Hannah, my dearest friend, to speak those words in an apartment that He shared with me, in a way so supernatural that it had to be for freedom that He chose to use it.

After that I thought I'd spend my entire life devoted to the pursuit of bringing Him glory and of giving Him the only thing I knew I could offer. Me. And I spoke the words Use me Lord, Use me.

Oh and He answered when I called. The heart cry was to serve, and now I sit in an office where many have sat before me, used by He who heals and frees. And I talk with deeply wounded girls all the hours of my day. Girls the world would look at and shun. Girls the world would look at and despise. Girls that He looks at and loves deeply. I sit in a chair that was ordained for me long before I had asked. I sit in a chair that I offer to Him first. I sit in a chair and ask that He would do His work, that He would heal and free. There is no greater joy, reader, than to be set free, and then to minister in His name by and through Him to see them who are bound freed.

It was for freedom that He set us free. May we never forget the cause. May we never forget He who ordains freedom. May we never forget that He is worthy of all the glory we could muster up. May we never forget He moves in those who are willing, in spite of ourselves.

Holy Holy Holy is the lamb.