You know that inner-voice. The one that speaks
incessantly, though its language is not always the same. Sometimes that voice is soothing, calming, reassuring.
It holds my emotions stable and sets my eyes on things above. It bandages the
wounds of life with the healing salve of love.
But other times that voice is my harshest critic. It berates and commands, destroys and
mutilates any piece of security it can detect.
The war in my mind is unlike any physical war because the
same battle is fought over and over. Though the fight is the same, the outcomes
can be vastly different. The war that
rages on is brutal, and sometimes I am just too worn out to fight it: those are
the days the battle is lost. The days
when I seek strength from above are the days of triumph. And thankfully, they are becoming more
frequent.
I’m digging out the deep root of insecurity in my life.
The fruit of that
righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence
forever. – Isaiah 32:17
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