The Man Who Is Security

My fear is a result of the desire to be enslaved again. Even though I am not fully alive in my soul when I’m bound by fear, I cling to it like a cherished security blanket. Full of holes but so smooth to the touch, this cheap substitute of alluring fear takes the place of the Man who is Security. Why do I want a ratty substitute when I can have a Man who is the real deal?

Isn’t that what we do? When He who is life, freedom, security beckons us come, we look back for what feels secure, reach for it, and often choose to stay there. Enslaved. Because even though true life is being held before us, it’s scary to trust what we don’t know. We know fear so we choose to stay there. We don’t know Him, the One who is safety. If we did, we would run, at lightning speed, away from our fears and into Him. (Actually, I don’t think fear would even be a response)

He’s showing me that I must know Him. He wants me to know Him. When I know Him—know His character, then I am confident in who I am, and what He calls me into. He’s calling me into confidence in Him, which means becoming more confident in my inner person—but it’s really confidence in my Inner Person, Jesus. I walk in the confidence that is Christ.
I can see this happening. I am a completely different person than I was a year ago. He is answering every prayer of mine that desires to know Him more. To let me hear His voice, to know His thoughts, His heart.

“Abba!” is my cry—I long for deliverance, just like the rest of creation, and so I cry out, groaning for freedom. I want Jesus to redeem this area of my life so that no longer does the enemy steal, but the Lord gets glory from a life redeemed. I’ve been deceived by the enemy for years about who I am, and about who God is. I don’t want to be complicit anymore!

I adore, I cry out, I weep in prayer, I worship in song and dance. He will have the victory!