The King’s daughter slipped into her evening attire and made her way to the palace. A single strand of pearls graced her neck and her gown though simple was silvery blue enhancing her shining eyes. Costly jeweled slippers adorned her feet and around her waist hung her dazzling two edged sword. She walked briskly, for she was eager to bow before her King. What joy!
All eyes turned to behold her beauty for she had been chosen to worship His Royal Majesty. Lovely, isn’t she? All nodded in agreement. Yes, indeed, the blood of our Savior, has made her clean, through and through.
But it wasn’t always this way. Isabella had lived in a sordid world. Words and phrases had flown out of careless lips. She had feigned open-mindedness. None the less, Isabella was dirtied with the foulness.
When she met the Savior she was wonderfully washed. No more could she tolerate the vulgar words she once heard. Oh, no, she despised them now. But her enemy sought to remind her of the past, its words, and its hurts.
On one particular night a vulgar phrase mocked. Repeatedly the filthy refrain pulsated through her mind. Isabella felt trapped. Was she its constant victim?
When will the voices, the memories ever be silenced? Is this who I really am?
Instantly, she was aware of an angry, mocking spirit.
You’ll never be free… You can’t be free… You’ll always remember this.
You have…all these years. Why would it change now?
But Isabella had a sword at her side. With fearless violence the King’s daughter seized it from its sheath.
I’m the daughter of the King. I break your yoke.
Passive I’ll not be for your contract I destroy in the name of the Lord!
You are an offense to me and have no part in me!
But the voice raged on. Years of ownership were not easily broken. The refrain kept marching with venomous vengeance. But Isabella determined not to retreat and the Spirit spoke.
Your enemy knows he’s undone. He will attempt intimidation anyway, seeking to weaken your resolve. Stand, daughter. Be not moved. I—have won the battle. You—are not obligated to remember. You…don’t—have to. Know this! Continue to shut the mouth of this roaring lion and watch him run with his tail between his legs!
The enemy’s strategy was broken… victory came. Isabella was free! She was confident!
That—was the past. Tonight, Isabella would stand before her King and worship with the multitude, in the beauty of His holiness! Lovely, isn’t she?