The crazy voices (that's odd that voice sounds like MINE)
For
the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to
destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised
against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ,
You can't do this!
This wasn't meant for you!
You suck!
This will never work.
You don't even know what you are doing.
You will fail.
You can't walk on water! (but wait didn't Peter even if only
for a second or two)
The world seems to tornado from your wonderful yellow brick
road to a cracked sidewalk. And you know
what happens when you step on a crack...
So as I walked on my roads paved with goal, small cracks
started appearing. Cracks of doubt
insecurity and low self esteem. Who was
causing these cracks who was evil enough to destroy the wonderful blessings
that God had placed in my care custody and control.
That's odd the voice that was creating the heated cracks across
my path was not a jealous neighbor or a hater from my past who prophesies my
demise.
The dag on voice was my voice...My own sweet voice telling
me that I wasn't good enough. That I
didn't deserve the gifts, that voice put its hands on its hips and told me that
it knew all the dirt of my past and I didn't deserve one single thing.
Fortunately, God had prepared me for my own voice. He told me to cover my head and guard my
heart. I didn't know at the time he meant
even against my own self, but you know what sometimes we are our own worst
enemy.
Bless yourself, love yourself, believe in yourself, not even
the weapon of your own mind shall destroy you.
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