Accessibility Features by Orson

Does God have access to my heart?

He did not, because the door was locked.

I had been bound, unaware of the attacker—and then the door locked behind me.

What was the chance of getting free and getting to door to unlock it?

Zero—without help.

I have been so bound up this last year. No matter what i tried to do, I could not get free.... the torment and anxiety starting to consume me—

It made me fearful, untrusting, bitter, hard, spiteful. Unable to communicate and victimized.

Which only bound me up worse.

My children, my wife, my body started suffering the effects of this—

When I was around people, it made me cynical and untrusting as I felt justified for the "Hurt" that was churning inside me.

I had evidence and "Good" reasons to be afraid.

This fear and mistrust caused me to scoot further from the door and be more tangled and bound up than before.

Ohhh God, I was so bound—

I saw glimpses of light under the door and heard laughter and freedom coming from outside at times...

But the liar had me so ashamed that somehow I deserved this.

Disconnected and unworthy had me- and the occasional knocking on my door felt more like accusatory and condemning than a call to life and liberty...

But...seeing my children being attacked by my captor...

Seeing them ravaged by the same tormenting liar that had me bound...

Seeing my wife get hit over and over and unable to cover or protect her or my children started an anger inside me like a small fire...

I was so tired of being robbed—abused, accused, and told resistance was futile...

My wife started crying out for me and being a light that started to bring hope.

Seeing her free and standing for me, not accusing but calling to me, reminding me of how good past freedoms and victories were.

Remembering..... the joy. Remembering the trust that had delivered me and caused a peace in the middle of the storms... that I was so covered and blessed!

And God could and would deliver me from the liar.

My wife reminded me I had the hidden Key around my neck.

The name of the Key? Help....

She had been using it herself and I saw the effects...

So past how I felt, I started asking for help—that God would have permission to access my heart and redeem me.. and I cried out for help from behind my locked door...

And then God used My children to invite Help in...

When they first came in, I felt extreme discomfort—like a danger and uncertainty feeling...

But then slowly I remembered something.

i had asked for Help earlier that day....

A hope sprang up, a desire greater than the fear . God had heard me and sent HELP...

Yes, the torment was still screaming at me, mistrust, fear were still there accusing.

But I saw the light under the door—

And this time, I said: “God you sent HELP and I receive it!!!”

And then God came in—

He unlocked the door, and unbound me—He turned the light on and He cleaned house.

The Accuser was revealed and got kicked out—and I could see, I could trust, i could communicate, I could stand for my wife and my children.

And I had peace—like a river—and joy washed me.

And immediately God gave me desire for others to see the light and receive help. And Love started flowing again...

Reader- if you are bound in any way.... if you do not have freedom--if you see the effects of torment, fear, anxiety or unworthiness in your life etc …

You are bound by an accuser. if you see any of this, this is the Key you have been looking for!

It is your Key specifically. And it works in every situation.

It works for everyone with a desire to be free...

The key?

Help... you cannot set yourself free. Period.

You must ask for Help- then you must let help in...

You won’t know the effects until the lights come on and freedom comes in.

You won’t know the joy, the peace, the trust until the accuser is evicted.