A while back, I talked about the judgemental congo-line running through my head. I realized that these are some of the lies that I believe. Whether people or Satan tell me this, or I myself lie to myself, and whether or not I believe it, they are not true.
A lie: I was made wrong. God made a mistake in how He created me. He made me wrong. Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not talented enough. He made me too different and too ugly and too wrong.
The truth:
“Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your commands.” -Psalm 119:73. God made me and formed me. He took the time to make me special and unique. He made me the way that I am for His purpose, and who am I to question God? Who am I to say, You have made me wrong? This is pride. I am the pot, He is the Potter. I have no right to say to my Creator, You made me wrong. “O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise, you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in-behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.”-Psalm 139:1-5. He knows me. He knows when I sit or stand. When I’m sinning behind closed doors, or at church. He knows my every thought, and what I will say before I even say it. He knows everything about me. “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well…When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Where I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.”-Psalm 139:13-18. Looking at this, I see just how prideful I am when I think I was created wrong! I didn’t even think pride was something I struggled with since I am usually beating myself up. But looking at this psalm, I see just how much thought and care went into every detail of me as a person. My thoughts, my looks, my weaknesses, my shortcomings, my heart. Everything. I was fearfully and wonderfully made. I was created with love and care by an amazing and wonderful and holy and perfect God and who am I to question that? He knows everything about me, and since He is perfect, He couldn’t have made me wrong. Sorry, Satan, that lie can’t work anymore. Sorry, Hollywood, I am not a movie star, but that doesn’t make me wrong. Sorry, Trish, you are all wrong. God made me right and wonderful, and it’s time I start believing the truth.
A lie: You are too weak to be a good disciple of Christ. You are too weak to be in life group. You are too weak to give up those sins that keep coming back. Those secret sins that are killing you. You are too weak to fight it.
The truth: I’d like to meet one person on this planet who hasn’t screwed it up. Besides Jesus, I can’t. Yes, I make mistakes. So that makes me too weak to fight sins that are killing me? I have Christ. He always provides a way out when I am being tempted. “So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.”-1 Corinthians 10:12-13. “When tempted, no one should say, ‘God is tempting me.’ For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin, and sin, when is full-grown, gives birth to death.”-James 1:12-15. Sin is deadly. Those little habits, those little sins, they grow. They snowball. But God provides a way to let me stand up when sin is crouching at my door, ready to seek and destroy me. He is faithful to me, so I can fight it.
There are so many others, but it’s already 1AM. So, I’ll finish this later. I’ll just leave you with one of my favourite songs. It’s called Red Sam by Flyleaf.
Here I stand
Empty hands
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings
There you stood
Holding me
Waiting for me to notice you
But who are you
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Outscreaming these lies
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Saving my life
The warmth of your embrace
Melts my frostbitten spirit
You speak the truth and I hear it
The words are I love you
And I have to believe in you
But who are you
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Outscreaming these lies
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Saving my life
My hands are open
And you are filling them
Hands in the air
In the air, in the air, in the air
And I worship
And I worship
And I worship
You!
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Outscreaming these lies
You are the truth (you are the truth)
Saving my life
This is some Bible verses I have started to put on my wall so that I can have the truth in a place where I can see it and read it.
What are some of the lies that you, or someone else, tells you? Do you know the truth? Do you believe it? Do you want to?
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