Spirit Born | Week Thirty-Three

Imagine what it would be like to be completely free. Close your eyes for a moment, and imagine what freedom would look like to you. How would you live your life? How would you dress? What would you speak about? What would you do with your hours? Visualize your life for a moment, free of restrictions and lies. What would your life look like if you lived that way?

Freedom is part of our inheritance as sons and daughters of Father God. We have been called out of slavery into freedom, yet we still choose to live in bondage in certain areas of our lives.

In John 3:8, Jesus said, ‘The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.’

We have been born of the Spirit, and we are spiritual beings first.

I recently attended the Prophetic Art Conference PE, and a clip of Daniel Wurtzel’s Pas de Deux was shown. I was transfixed by the two cloths that danced while the fans blew all around it. I realized that this is  a perfect symbolism of what we really are – spiritual beings without borders or restrictions. We are unpredictable, complicated, and fascinating.

We have been called to be wild and free. Let’s answer the call and become who we were really meant to be.


‘You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. You hear it rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next.’

John 3:7-8 – The Message




A few years ago, I listened to the intro song to the series Outlander. The song is hauntingly beautiful, and for some reason, the lyrics to this song came up in my head while I was writing this devotional. I think it fits well into this devotional, since it’s about a woman who disappears and no one can find her. 

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

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