The Tuesday Freedom Walked In

When Tuesday came around, I would not get out of bed.

I was over an hour late.

Not because I forgot.

I just did not care.

I was not hopeful. I was not expecting anything. I was not thinking this appointment would change my life.

I was empty.

But that Tuesday became a turning point because I realized something:

Not every battle is the same.

For years I had prayed and prayed for freedom. I went to altars wanting to be free.

But I did not just need another prayer.

I needed a heavy spirit cast out. 

I needed inner healing to minister to my heart.

I needed freedom in places I did not even know were bound.

That day I learned:

You cannot crucify a demon. And you cannot cast out flesh.

Then I came out of agreement with lies, fear, and death.

And I was set free.

That Tuesday became a stone altar.

Because now when I look back, I remember:

Jesus did not leave me in the pit.

He pulled me out.

The blood still redeems. 

Still restores. 

Still delivers.

And I am free.

Maybe you have prayed and prayed and still cannot find freedom.

Maybe you love Jesus and still feel stuck.

Maybe you are exhausted. 

Maybe you have started believing things will never change.

I want you to know there is still hope.

Someone was sent for me.

And if God did it for me, He can do it for you too.

Freedom feels too good to keep to myself.

If you need someone to stand with you, pray with you, or simply remind you that you have not been forgotten…

Reach out.

You are not alone.