Clothed in Authority

I broke tonight. I broke and made a decision. I have accepted the mantle of authority that God has given all of us. I am claiming my birthright. I am a daughter of the most high king. I am a daughter of the God of Heaven’s armies. I have the power to cast out demons and speak truth. I am clothed in righteousness and forgiveness because my Jesus died on the cross and made the ultimate sacrifice for me. I am done feeling guilty and carrying the weight of my own sin. I am done carrying the weight of other people’s actions. There is nothing wrong with me. I am redeemed. I am not without sin, but I am forgiven. Others are not without sin but that is not my burden. Jesus saves. Jesus takes my guilt and the guilt of others. It’s not my burden. IT’S NOT MY BURDEN. I will no longer carry the weight of others. I will no longer apologize for who I am. I will no longer give anyone the power to move me from the mark God has set for me. He commands the seas to come so far and no further. How dare I move from the place He set for me? How dare I reject His sacrifice of blood and take up a mantle of shame? I am free. Should I say, “No, I do not wish to be free. Chain me up. Put me in a prison.” No! I am free. The only burden I carry is that which the Lord lays on my shoulders and gives me the fortitude to bear. Lord, I accept the authority and grace and love that I have as your child. I walk in it. I love you, my father. You are my almighty God and I believe You.