Lately I've been hearing voices.
No, I'm not crazy. It's just those lies bombarding me again—the ones that tell me I'm not enough, that I will never measure up. But then, the Lord meets me in my loneliness, in all of my insecurities, and fills me with the joy that comes from listening to HIS voice and knowing that I am His. I am crafted by His own design; I bear His heart. I bear the heart of our King! I am completely amazed when I think of His love, the love that makes us a part of His family–that makes us wholly and completely enough.
As I've been listening to God's voice more and more instead of feeding into the lies, I've been learning something about myself. I am a perpetuator of lies...I allow the enemy to wreak havoc over my life by believing lies, holding on to lies, and as i said, perpetuating them. I do this by not fighting back…not wearing my armor. I have been a coward, admitting defeat at the first signs of these battles. It's most likely because the lies have been a part of me for so long, but that does NOT give me an excuse to stay that way. I bear the heart of the king…I should be adorned only with truth...clothed in everything that is good and righteous. When I don't make these things my standards, I am allowing the enemy to clothe me with dirty rags, lies. I cannot do that any longer. I am a princess, afterall, and must appear presentable before the royal court.
And so, I'm going forward, seeing it as my royal duty to listen only to the voice of truth, for truth really does set you free…and I'm in need of some serious FREEDOM in my life.
