1: the act of delivering someone or something: the state of being delivered; especially: Liberation, Rescue
2: something delivered; especially: an opinion or decision (as the verdict of a jury) expressed publicly



Deliverance (n.): c. 1300, “action of setting free” in physical or spiritual senses, from Old French deliverance (12th century), from délivrer.

Deliver (v.): c. 1200, “save, rescue, set free, liberate,” from Old French délivrerto set free; remove; save, preserve; hand over (goods),” also used of childbirth, from Late Latin deliberare, from de-away” + Latin liberareto free” (liberal).

Childbirth sense in English, “to bring (a woman) to childbirth,” is from c. 1300. Sense of “hand over, give, give up, yield” is from c. 1300, which brings it in opposition to its root. Meaning “project, throw” is 1590s.




“Let's take off the masks and get real so we can get it right with God.”

Undena Y. Leake Jackson (pastor, mother, businesswoman, and writer)

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“Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.”

Edwin Arnold (1832-1904, English poet and journalist, best known as the author of “The Light of Asia”)

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“God wants you to be delivered from what you have done and from what has been done to you - Both are equally important to Him.”

Joyce Meyer (b. 1973, Christian minister, New York Times bestselling author, speaker, and president of the Joyce Meyer Ministries)

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“None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another’s salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light.”

Dean Koontz (b. 1945, New York Times bestselling author and suspense novelist)

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“....not only does the devil hate man, but he also has a special hatred for women and the wombs of women; for through the wombs of women come offspring who bring forth the purposes and intents of God here on earth.”

Theresa Pecku-Laryea (writer and author of “Hannah’s Song”)

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“Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.” — Edwin Arnold


How did we construct our own prisons?  Was it the choices we made, unconsciously or haphazardly?  Sometimes we don’t realize how our choices ripple out into the world.  We are sometimes blind to our part.

As Jennifer Hoffman so poignantly recommended, “… we must be aware that each of us has the power to either poison the collective energetic well, or sweeten it…”

Before I was initiated onto a new stage of consciousness I wasn’t awake and was essentially sleepwalking my way through life, not willing to look at what I had gotten myself into, a marriage as an escape hatch rather than making a tougher choice to wait.  In all honestly, I didn’t think I had a choice back when I was 22 years of age.  There was so much nonverbal pressure to get married especially after graduating from college.  In my family you weren’t encourage to marry too early either.  But, please don’t wait your thirties.  If you did, something was something wrong.

It also didn’t help that I was always running away from past hurts rather than facing my demons.  In all honesty, even if I faced them I wouldn’t have had the tools to engage.

So, in a way it was a miraculous that I made a choice.  It was brave, in fact, even if that choice was a detour from my true path.  That decision led me to have, for a short time, a protective unequal partnership and the ability to bring beautiful children into the world.  But, once that was accomplished I should have let go instead of hanging out so long in misery.

In the end I delivered myself, going on an odyssey in search of myself and for the tools to build healthy relationships.  It took a great deal of courage to shift and transform.  It took deep conviction and trust that I would land safely, and the harrowing growing pains would subside, once I jumped off my metaphorical cliffs.  It was not easy, because I had a lot to sort through and a great many wounds to heal.  But, I was determined to see it through.  I wasn’t turning back for anything and no one.

How can we personally and collectively deliver and unlock our prisons?  Perhaps, we should appeal to our better angels and search for the keys to Great Love.

Godspeed, sojourners!

Much Love, Tonya






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