Freedom

The best kind of freedom is freedom from the deceitfulness of sin, of the heart, of the world, of false love from false friends. For while being engulfed in such, one has to be a fool. And a fool is a blind that walks in the dark and loves walking in darkness. 

Let the wicked laugh. Let them shout for the victory of their treacherous acts. Let them think they have won but they have won the approval of their original father's, the prince and father of lies.

Let me mourn. Let me mourn while I am set free. Let me mourn for the wickedness of their heart. Yet let me celebrate for my own victory, because now I can see, a fool no longer, and blind no more.

But let me be humble, let me forget, and forgive. For then, freedom shall be complete.

“Therefore while the wicked continue laughing — I will continue to mourn. Through the Valley of Bochim (weeping) — I shall pass to the Heavenly Zion. But the paths of carnal mirth— will bring me into a Hell of weeping; for he who swims in sin — shall sink in sorrow! His laughter shall be turned into heaviness; but my tears shall be wiped away! I will therefore ever weep — that I may not weep forever!” Thomas Sherman, Divine Breathings 

“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4