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Topic: Power (05/10/04)

TITLE: Transformed By The Power of Forgiveness
By Tammy S. Eudy


Transformed By The Power of Forgiveness

The secret room behind the dark door, no one knew it was there. Covered over by years of denial. I knew the door was there, hidden in the recesses of my soul. A place where no one could go, a place I would not come close to. I was happy with the denial covered room hidden in my mind. I didn’t want anybody to see who or what was shut in there.
She was bound in grave clothes, dried with the blood of her wounds, and locked in a dark room.
No exit, no hope. I cried out to God, this is His answer in a dream.

In a huge house, that looked like a fortress of sorts, three floors with corridors and rooms. I was trying to get out of the house, built like a maze. There were armed guards at different locations. They looked like the swat team Keeping out any intruders then there was the enemy trying to storm the fortress from the outside but was held back by the protectors on the inside. I was running from room to room looking for a way to the front door. Every time I went into a room it would shift and I would get confused and lost. The house felt haunted and I wanted out, there was something hidden there, that I couldn’t face. The only way out was through the front door.
I was looking for help from some part of my mind, I found none. I kept searching for the way to the front door, I ran right into the forbidden room, I can’t go in there, God please help me. I can't look on that awful sight, the door swung open to my dismay and shock. I saw what I was ashamed to face, the women in the dark room. She was looking for fresh clothes to
wear, all her clothes were shredded and bloody, she had been fighting for survival a long time. I ran from the room, terrified of the part of me that had grown in that room. I went to the top floor to look out the window, I have to get out of here, I looked out the window down in the yard to see where the entrance to the house was and the enemy was there saying, "there is no way out of here." But, I could feel the presence of God.

I went back through the rooms, I found a little girls room but I could not find her, or the way out of the maze of rooms. It was then that I was shown where the hidden keys were to each room so I could get through to the next room. While the protectors were occupied holding their ground and fighting the enemy, I walked right through denial and pain to the front door.
When I got outside, I could hear a little girl calling for someone to come and pray for her. There were a lot of people that gathered around. As I pushed my way through the crowd, I found her sitting on the ground. I sat down in front of her and took her hands in mine, “I will pray for you," I said. "what do you want me to pray?"
She said, “I want you to pray for my daddy.”

The little girl wore a brand new dress and beautiful jade jewlery. There was an innocense about her, she was undefiled and pure, who was she? All she wanted was for some one to pray for her daddy. With her hands in mine I bowed my head and began to pray as I prayed some one in the crowd ask, “can we come in and see your house?" In my haste to get out I left the front door open. I jumped up and ran to stop the people from coming in for I knew what was still hidden in that room and I was ashamed of the decayed and damaged rooms and bare kitchen.

I ran ahead of the people to refuse them entrance when I noticed that while I was praying the house had changed and the little girl whose hand I took had become me. The house was beautiful, full of delightful rooms with light, no more darkness. The hidden room was
gone, the women trapped there, was no more, for when I bowed my head to pray, I became the little girl who forgave her daddy for causing such disgrace to
the one locked in the room, that grew up with such shame.

People came into the house full of light, different nationalities and color. One women entered and sat in a chair at the entrance hall, I went and knelt down beside her and ask her what I
could get for her. She was shocked that I was talking to her, she had just come in to rest and nothing more. I said "please let me serve you, let me get you something to eat and drink, please."
"My kitchen is full, I have so much to give, come look, there is much here to eat." The house that once lay desolate was filled with the bounty of the Lord.
I did not bother to close the door as I turned to serve the women seated before me, I knew from that day forward the door would always be open.

The power of forgiveness can transform darkness into light and pain into promise. The forgiveness we receive through Jesus is the ultimate example of power. Power to take us from death to eternal life. Forgiveness unlocks the prisons of our past and releases us into the promise of tomorrow. Power to forgive, and then His power to live free from the pain of the broken past. Transformed!

Member Comments
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Dian Moore05/17/04
I loved the transition from praying with the little girl to seeing the transformation of the room. Awesome.
Leticia Caroccio05/18/04
Transformation and restoration is a powerful sign of the grace of God. Your article was painfully descriptive. You painted a beautiful and sad picture and gave hope in the end. God has transformed many of the rooms in my own home/heart. Well done.
Phyllis Inniss05/18/04
Forgiveness gave you the power to transform yourself, the power thatis God-given. Very good article.
B Price05/18/04
I shed a few tears as I read this; Thinking of my own past, and the rooms I didn’t want no one to see. Praise GOD he entered and cleaned me up.
This was a powerful story, and I hope it helps many that are in a locked room to set them free.
Naomi Deutekom05/20/04
Beautiful comentary on the transforming power of God.
Queen Phillips05/20/04
Excellent article! I can really relate because God speaks to me often in dreams.
Praise God for his transforming power.