These chains, the cause of your abrasions, still have their grip. So may you see every abrasion, every bruise, every tear… because their exposure will be the evidence that your chains are gone.

May you rejoice in the appearance of your abrasions and may you rejoice in the truth that Jehovah Rapha will repair. May the sounds of chains shattering be your victory song and may it be the loudest sound.

…And now, the links are irreplaceable and useless, just as they made you feel for so long. They lay on the ground in the shape of the serpent that placed them on you in the first place, now powerless.

After we throw these seemingly weightless chains into the sea, we stand up straight. Hand to wrist raised high, we praise Him…You didn’t you know were capable of singing this loud.

He lets bravery come and sit in our chest and the sun shine on our shoulders. Heart is no longer the muscle behind our ribs. It’s now the action that is enabling us to go back for our brother and sisters, still in chains.

He’ll protect us.

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