Being caged up. It feels just like it sounds. In prison. At some point in my life as a youngster I became a prisoner in my own mind. I’ve heard that phrase off and on over the years. It didn’t dawn on me what it really meant.
Life has a way of exposing itself in a way that is a battle or a party or both in a way.
Mental abuse and mental priming by folks surrounding me created what is called a self-fulfilling prophecy. [A self-fulfilling prophecy is a prediction that directly or indirectly causes itself to become true, by the very terms of the prophecy itself, due to positive feedback between belief and behavior.] I was told I was a mistake, I’d never amount to anything, that I’m worthless and unwanted, etc, etc, etc, as a child and somewhat in my early adulthood. After a while I believed it.
I started telling myself that I was a bother and a waste of space. Everything I did was a failure. I learned at one point that this was a toxic mind. It affected everything in my life from my marriage, child rearing, jobs, and relationships. I felt completely and utterly useless.
The Holy Spirit shook me up and showed me it was all a lie. A battlefield of the mind. I needed to get into The Word and study. I needed to get fed positivity. There was only one thing: I didn’t believe in myself.
The Lord rattled my cage. He said it’s time to release you. I went through a season of change and the Lord worked me over opening my mind and cleaning my mind out. Then, it came time. He flew open the cage door. He released me.
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