Turn the sass up, and carry on
I hear voices in my head, and every once in a while, I wonder if maybe I have lost my mind. With deep throbs in my head, I wonder if the noise would disappear if I squeeze my eyes shut tight, and my ears plugged. I wonder if you have experience with hearing voices. Mine tell me lies, the voices tell me I am not enough; I am not worth it. I hear shame tell me not to bother because it will not matter. Why is the loudest voice the loudest? The voices bicker so loudly I feel anxiety setting it. But thank God for his Holy Spirit!
Thank God for his voice which calls me beloved. The voices you hear, what does it say to you about you? Don’t believe the voices louder than Christ. In the hustle of school lunch preps, bedtime fights, heavy laundry baskets and dirty floors the voices tend to get loud. The message is clear; you are not enough. You are not a good mom, you suck as a wife, and you don’t trust God, so you suck at that too. I almost crumbled in tears until I remembered: I am loved. Jeremiah 31:3 tells me that God has loved me and continue to love me with an everlasting love and kindness. The love of Jesus is not performance-based. It is mercy-based. Receive the love of God.
Your word, LORD, is eternal, it stands firm in the heavens.
Your laws endure to this day for all things serve you.
…For all things serve you. If what those verses say is true then my dirty floor will serve God, the basket full of dirty laundry will serve God, my angry children will serve the Lord. The good, the bad and the ugly serve God. I can trust him with the mess and rest in Him. Turn the sass up, shush the voices and carry on.
About the Author
I am Nigerian born, Belizean raised, I am a Jesus lover, pastor, disciple-maker and speaker. I am married to Michael and we live in Tucson, Arizona with four children, Marlena, Elijah, Jacob and Destiny. I am a bookworm, wannabe gardener who also enjoys hiking.