Fix Your Thoughts on Truth

And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned and received from me—everything you heard from me and saw me doing. Then the God of peace will be with you. - Philippians 4:8-9

Is it just me, or is it totally insane how many lies fly at me in a day's span? These lies are not always blatantly obvious. Sometimes they have a kernel of truth in them, making them so easy to believe. They slip right through my shield of faith, like a hot knife through butter.

Wicked aim.

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I know who they come from and it is NOT our Father.

Why can’t you understand what I am saying? It’s because you can’t even hear me! For you are the children of your father the devil, and you love to do the evil things he does. He was a murderer from the beginning. He has always hated the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, it is consistent with his character; for he is a liar and the father of lies. So when I tell the truth, you just naturally don’t believe me! - John 8:43-45

The enemy, he has absolutely nothing in common with my Jesus... unless you count the fact that they're both the same, yesterday, today and forever. He'll always be a liar. Always.

I have a little formula I use to combat the lies. I'll share it here with you in hopes it will help you to refocus on the truth on the hard days.

The first thing to do is to identify the underlying thoughts that are causing me fear. I write them down. This does two things. It gets it out of my head so I don't feel the need to keep reminding myself of it, and it gives me an outline of what to look for in the second step.

The second step in my formula is to get into the Word. I use either a good concordance or an online program like Bible Gateway. I choose keywords from my list of lies and fears, and then I read all that God's Word has to say about it.

When one gives me chills because it rings so true and powerful, I write it down in a different color underneath the lie. Sometimes I find one promise, other times I have multiple truths. This list gets read each and every day for at least a week, until the lie is firmly replaced by the truth.

My next step is to praise. It's the most powerful weapon I know of. Sometimes this praise comes out in my writing. Other times I sing praise songs. Choose your favorite way of praising and just do it. I promise you will be strengthened by it.

The final step in focusing on truth is to take it to God in prayer. My friend likes to envision kneeling before the cross and nailing each lie or fear to the tree. That ensures we leave our troubles there with the One who can redeem them with the truth.

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” - John 8:32

Let the truth set you free, Dear One. Don't just recognize it. Don't just pull it out in the tough times. Live in it.

Grace, mercy, and peace, which come from God the Father and from Jesus Christ—the Son of the Father—will continue to be with us who live in truth and love. - 2 John 3

Precious King, the beautiful truths found in Your Word, they keep us afloat. We can never thank You enough for Your true love toward us. We love You. In Jesus' Name...

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The Adoption of the Broken

** It's a sick week at our home right now. I appreciate your prayers for us, especially for my daughter, Carissa. In the meantime, I hope you won't mind if I dust off a couple of oldies but goodies to share here again. Thank you for your grace. <3 Heart Hugs **

So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.” For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. - Romans 8:15-16

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I sit here in the corner,
in the dark.

I don't even dream anymore
of a family who will love me

want me
choose me.

They choose the newest babies
still moldable,

smelling sweet.

They choose the ones
who still have a sparkle in their eyes
to match the glimmer of their perfect blond hair.

But You

You walk a little farther
peer a little harder

into shadowy edges,
into the forgotten places.

The forgotten broken

like me.

You slide down the wall to sit beside me
holey hands braced casually on holy knees

like you have all the time in the world
to woo me.

We speak of the past
and you show me your bottle,

the one where you keep every tear.

We speak of the present
and You let me lean on your chest
as I sigh.

You bring up the future
and my walls crumble.

How could they possibly stand
in the force of the adoration

shining in Your eyes?

You hint at amazing things to come.
You promise things I'm almost too scared to hope for...

You take my hand
and lead me out into the sunlight.

I kneel to worship at Your feet,
but you gently lift up my face

and say softly,
“Call Me Abba.”

 

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