Chains are Shattered and Broken

Previously

…She stood up, slowly, deliberately. Her leg still ached, still protested the movement, but it held her. She took a step, then another. It wasn't a leap, not a sprint, but it was a walk. A true, unburdened walk, free from the crushing weight of despair. The chains, the ones she had believed were unbreakable, had begun to shatter, not through some external force, but through the faithful, courageous act of speaking God’s truth over her own life. The journey was far from over, but in that moment, standing in the quiet of her apartment, bathed in the soft afternoon light, she knew she was no longer bound. She was, finally, beginning to be free.