Voice of Truth

Angels can whisper into your heart, but so can demons who haunt you too.

Imagine if someone said these things in a hissy, mean voice in the back of your mind:

“You’re not good enough”

“Who’d want somebody like you? You’re a loser, what good can you bring to anyone?”

“You’re just being a burden, why are you so useless? Only giving people trouble and frustration.”

“There’s nothing good about you, even if there is all the horrible things about you make them nothing at all”

“Why did you have to open your stupid mouth and now look what you’ve done.”

“You should see how pathetic you look now”

” all you ever do is give headaches and problems! It’ll be a wonder if anyone wants to still stick by you. I mean, I’d leave you immediately why would I want to suffer because of you?”

“There are so many people out there who will always be funnier, smarter, kinder, cooler, prettier, everything you aren’t. You are nothing, compared to them. Nothing.”

I could go on and on and on but I think it’ll do me no good at all.

The saddest part is I always believe these voices. It’s always easier to believe bad things about yourself. Even now as I write this some voices just slip into my mind every now and then. Can you imagine? These things on and on like a broken record on replay over and over again? It’s driving me crazy. And I’m not the only one that I’m hurting by doing this too. I feel so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to fight these quietly on my own.

You know, I could just cast these demons away if I wanted to. I could. But I don’t, because I somehow believe it’s the truth and anyone would want to hear more of what they think is the truth.

But for every demon that’s tormenting you there’ll always be an angel who’d be trying to tell you the real truth. They fight over you. And it’s you who’ll decide who wins.

I never want satan to win but I don’t know how many times I’ve let him.

“You’re useless, what kind of power does God have to let you lose to me?”

See, even now. But I know this one’s a lie. It’s not God’s choice but my choice. God has every power in the world to make me obey him instead. But he doesn’t. Because you can’t force love. You choose it. You can’t be a person who’s always right. You choose what’s right. It’s my choice. Not God’s. Not anyone’s. I only have my choices. And they make me who I am.

When I wrote that down I know, well, there’s my angel, there’s that voice that drowns out the other immediately.

And this is just the tip
Of the iceberg. There are worse things that I could hear and believe. Things not about me but about God. Those are the worst.

I have to always look out for the voice of truth instead.

This song is a very, very powerful song. For when you doubt who you are in God.

Voice of truth – casting crowns

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone
To the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He’s holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again. ‘Boy, you’ll never win! ‘
“You’ll never win”

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says “Do not be afraid!”
And the voice of truth says “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a Sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand

But the giant’s calling out my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again “boy, you’ll never win!
“You’ll never win”

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says “Do not be afraid!”
And the voice of truth says “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don’t seem so high
From on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me

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