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It is late.  My brain is sluggish.  My eyelids and fingers are heavy, but I am writing anyway, tapping out words on this keyboard in utter defiance.  The negative chatter in my head has been working overtime, and I am here at the page to do battle.

“Who do you think you are?” sneer the voices in my head.  (I am quite literally on the witness stand, and those voices would like nothing more than to silence my testimony.)  “What right have you to write about God?  Leave the writing to someone more qualified, more deserving, more holy.”

The chatter doesn’t stop there.  It goes on to attack my parenting, my weight, my appearance, my cooking, my job, etc., etc., etc…  Anything about me which is less than perfect (um… that would be everything) is fair game.

And I’ve listened!

Those voices are cunning.  They know exactly which insecurities to expose.  They know how to twist facts into something not representative of reality.  They seek to diminish the fire, the passion, the light in each of us.

Have you heard them, too? 

Recently, much of my focus has been on the words that I say and write (i.e. the outflow of words).  But I’m realizing that the words I receive have just as much importance.  I have a choice.  Will I listen to the destructive babbling that goes on in my head, or will I listen intently to the still, small voice that encourages me to persevere? 

The war of words is on, and your mind is the battlefield.  If you have dared to dream something wonderful, be prepared for the barrage – the bigger the dream, the fiercer the fight.

I am fighting.  Just by writing to you, I am fighting.  I am slapping some duct tape over those invisible mouths that would stop me from encouraging you to fight, too.  I am refusing to listen.

The voice I will receive belongs to a great big God.  He says, “You are mine.”  That is all I need to hear.  That is what I will believe.

So now, I have some words of my own for those crummy negative voices that seek to do us harm and stop us dead in our tracks:

Bring it!

 

“Listen, you heavens, and I will speak; hear, you earth, the words of my mouth.  Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.” (Deut. 32:1-3, NIV)

 

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