Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Day 6, but not really...

This is the sixth post in my 31 day writing challenge and I was seriously thinking of giving up. I mean it's the 14th of October and I'm already a week behind. What's the point, right?

I was listening to a talk on comparison recently, and how it's a doorway to envy,  and thinking it's so easy to look at how well everyone else is doing and how amazing their 31 day series' are and how everyone else seems to be able to communicate so much better and tell their stories every day with such diligence and then wonder what on earth do I think I'm doing trying to put my little whispers out there?

An orphan heart listens to that voice inside and believes that lie, and hides away. It believes that it's not good enough or worthy enough. Procrastination adds its voice to the pity party and convinces that one day you may get it right, when circumstances are in your favour and you're more organized, or you have more time. Because right now, that bully, perfectionism, says; you're a failure and your story doesn't matter anyway if you can't even tell it properly. A heart that doesn't know it's home can believe the voice of fear. And that is exactly what that other bully, fear, is counting on. Being able to bind you up, trip you up and slow you down and ...paralyze you with lies.

But in His Word, the Spirit says this about us...

The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” (‭Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭15‬ NIV)

I'm going to choose to believe the love and the words of the Father of my heart. He says I can call him Abba! Which means Daddy. I can call on Him to help!
In the psalms David writes...

Train me, GOD, to walk straight; then I’ll follow your true path. Put me together, one heart and mind; then, undivided, I’ll worship in joyful fear. From the bottom of my heart I thank you, dear Lord; I’ve never kept secret what you’re up to. You’ve always been great toward me—what love! You snatched me from the brink of disaster! God, these bullies have reared their heads! A gang of thugs is after me— and they don’t care a thing about you. But you, O God, are both tender and kind, not easily angered, immense in love, and you never, never quit. So look me in the eye and show kindness, give your servant the strength to go on, save your dear, dear child! Make a show of how much you love me so the bullies who hate me will stand there slack-jawed, As you, GOD, gently and powerfully put me back on my feet. (‭Psalm‬ ‭86‬:‭11-17‬ MSG)

So today, I'm back on my feet. Put back on the path of my own race, the one that is chosen for me  by my Father, who doesn't compare me with any other. So I'm bravely coming alongside and not competing , but appreciating the stories of others. I'm not comparing, but rather, learning to share mine. 

To read the other posts in my 31 day series; My story, His story, please go here

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