A celebration of freedom.
Remembering the land from which they had come, slavery, and celebrating the new life in which they were given, the promised land. A land flowing with milk and honey. It's time to stop eating the manna.
They had crossed over.
Done. Over. Finished.
You are grafted in to the inheritance, the Promised Land.
The blood is upon your door and no one may lay a hand on you or your family.
He saved you. You.
The old rules don't apply. You are not owned by any master. The Bible says you can only serve one. You are not treated like an outcast, the Bible says ask and you shall receive.
Your mindset must not be in Egypt, but in understanding that you are a wealthy landowner, full of love and joy and peace and patience and kindness and goodness. You have permission to shout it out, "Goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life."
You have passed over.
You made it. He made it for you.
Cheers!
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