Honestly, not much has changed since the last post.
I'm still extremely busy and half the time can't gather my thoughts.
But that's not what this post is about.
Or not really any way.
I could sit here and be like
"My reality is that life sucks."
Realistically, there are a lot of things on my mind.
And a lot of distractions.
And so on and so forth.
But today I was reminded of a song that
teaches me what my reality could be.
Should be.
Is.
One of the lines says this:
"Your thoughts define me,
You're inside me,
You're my reality."
So what IS my reality?
Do I dare choose to let the enemy win
and distract my thoughts;
causing me only to think of the Herculian
to-do list that is before me?
And yes, I just said Herculian,
which I'm pretty sure I've never said in my life.
OR…..
I could realize that while these things
that are before me are a part of my physical
reality, they're legit NOTHING; and that my reality
in the Father is that, as another part of the song says,
He's closer than the skin on my bones.
He's more real than wind in my lungs.
He's more real than the ground I'm sitting on.
He's closer than the song on my tongue.
HE IS MY REALITY.
No matter what the enemy is trying to pull,
HE is my reality, and it's the only reality that
matters!
Legit nothing else matters.
I am His.
He is mine.
I am caught in a divine romance.
He sees my mind going in a million places
and is constantly whispering
"Baby girl, I'm right here."
Reality is that Satan tries to put chinks
in indestructible armor.
But the reality that he wants you to believe in
is a reality that tells you the exact opposite.
That the armor, after a few dents here and there,
will be destroyed.
Can you say punk?
Dudes, can I get an amen when I say
that the armor of Christ is full proof
against Satan???
Let's suit up peeps.
Deuces.
