Judgement.

The darkness was whispering again.

That quiet thought disguised as my own.

It knew my weaknesses and fears.

Before I realized it, sin was drawing near.

The comforting familiarity that soothed the pain of the lies.

This time though I stopped.

I knew of a better place to go.

Through the door into the courts.

I stood in front of the Judge.

The Accuser was there too on the side.

My Advocate was also beside me.

“I repent Holy Judge of this sin and lie that I’ve allowed in my life. I repent on behalf of my family and bloodline. Please judge me.”

I offered up my broken dna.

I surrendered to his judgement.

He looked at me and then He looked at my Advocate. 

“She has been redeemed. The blood has paid for her sin.” My Advocate said. There were murmurs of agreement from others in the court.

I spoke up: “Thank you for the blood. I testify that by faith I have been redeemed. Please revoke all legal right the accuser has in my life.”

The Judge looked at the accuser and said: “I decree that because of the blood and her word of testimony your legal right to have access to her life is revoked.”

He scowled, knowing he was defeated. 

He handed me a scroll. “Your divorce papers. To testify that it has no more legal right to you.”

I laughed as my Advocate showed me my new DNA. Covered with the Blood and redeemed. 

Out of the courts and back in my room, I listened.

The whispers were quiet. My soul felt relieved. The sin no longer attracting me. 

Like David I have to say: “How I love your judgements O, Lord. “