Monday, August 29, 2011


I hate to admit it, but I almost fell for it.

I almost bought the lie that Satan was selling.

"You're old.  Used up.  Useless.  OLD!"

I was questioning my self worth, my strength, my beauty, and my marriage.

I did not stop to count the blessings:
-- a heart that beats both strongly and passionately
-- a healthy, complete body that has healed from and triumphed over trauma
-- conception, carriage, and delivery of two healthy babies
-- energy to play and enjoy the abundance I've been given
-- vitality and a passion for this life
-- life itself 

Satan is awful like that.  He's just prowling around waiting to devour us in a weak time. (1 Peter 5:8)

And so I did the only thing that I can do in such a circumstance.  I called out to Him.

"God, my God!  I cry out.  Your beloved needs you now!"

And because He is faithful, He is present, and because He has never, never forsaken me, He answered.

And helped me to battle the lies from the Father of Lies...

With Truth.  Sweet, blissful Truth.

"I created your inmost being.  I knit you together in your mother's womb.  You are fearfully and wonderfully made.  My works are wonderful.  And you -- YOU are one of my works."  (From Psalm 139:13-14)

I soaked it in.  And I realized something.  That if His works are wonderful, and if I am one of His works, then that makes me wonderful.  Every.  Single.  Bump.  Freckle.  Inner-working.  Everything.  

And nothing -- NOTHING that Satan says can shake that.

The foundation of Truth.   The Author of Truth.  
God is my victory and He is here!
I WILL bring praise!

I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
Lyrics from Desert Song by Amy Grant

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