In order to not look like what you’ve been through, you’ve got to change some stuff about you. I know I’ve probably shared this before but beloved, you’ve got to come out of what you were once in. Stop going back to the place where you were victimized. Stop riding by the house that was foreclosed on. Stop looking at pictures of the person who dumped up. Stop showing up at parties being given by the person who hurt you. Stop looking for the same car that was repossessed. It’s time you came out of the smoke of self-doubt. It’s time for you to take off the sack cloth of separation, the stench of scorn and the garment of grief. Beloved, it’s time you came out because if you don’t, you’ll find yourself dressed up but still stanky! Yea, you’ll find yourself looking cute but uncomfortable and covered but still bleeding.
Please hear me, I am not trying to discount your struggle but how long will you still be captive in your mind although you’re physically free? I’m not taking away from what you’ve been through but how many times are you going to tell the same story without changing the ending? How many times will your testimony end without a shout of victory? At what point will your testimony be, “I was once lost but thank God I’m not found, I was blind but now I see or I was once a victim but now I’m victorious?” I’m all for your story but how can you testify to me, who’s going through the same thing, about you coming out if you still talk like you’re still in? Chile, tell me how it feels to be free so I can seek to be free too. Tell me how amazing it is to be healed instead of still talking like you’re sick. Tell me how you felt when you walked out of bondage instead of inviting me into your prison. Share with me your blessing so that I can shout for you until mine comes. Invite me to the praise party so I can rejoice for you until it’s time for me to have mine. All I’m saying is, you have to really change some stuff in order to not look like what you’ve been through!