Unhinged

The door was never bolted. The hinges were taken off by the finished work of the cross two thousand years ago. The curse of your errors, your bloodline, your background: none of it has authority to hold someone the Son has set free.

Stop being worn out on the floor of a cell with no lock. Get up. Change your mind. Embrace what He already finished. And walk out free, and free indeed, into the more you were made for.