Holding onto faith

I had an attack today.  No, it wasn't a physical attack but a spiritual one.  The enemy we call Satan likes to tell me I'm worthless.  He often likes to make me feel stupid and often steals my joy.  I was enjoying my day.  Then, when a little frustration comes I take it to heart.  Suddenly, I can't cook.  I'm not a very good cleaner.  I'm lazy.  I can't bear children.  Blah Blah Blah.  I listened to this trash.

After some tears, and leaning on my strong husband, I realized one important fact.  Satan has no control over my soul.  He has no control over my life.  Jesus Christ does.  The only time Satan does have control is when I let him have it.  I was letting the enemy have control by listening and believing in his lies about who I am. That's the enemy, who just wants to destroy me, my faith, and my ministry.

Jesus tells me who I am.  I am His.  I am worth something to Him.  He loves me when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm sinning, when I'm at my best, and when I'm at my worst.  He loves me in the morning when I have bad hair and breath.  He loves me when laugh and when I cry, when I wake and when I go to sleep.  If the Lord is my Rock and my Salvation, whom shall I fear? Nada.

So, when those lies come back and I hear those voices tell me I'm pitiful, I will choose to listen to Jesus.  His voice is truth and love.  Only He can convict my spirit through His.  And He never condemns.   Jesus wants to lift me up and make me stronger.  I will look forward to the day He comes back for me and brings me to Himself.  Amen.