First, I want to say thank you to my God for saving my life, again. Those of you who are experiencing the cold weather should take warning that you are not invincible. Dress warm and don’t take stupid chances. I’ll leave you to wonder what stupid things I did.
I’m hearing those voices again. The ones that assure me I’ll never be free from addictions. The whispers that needle and cut, reminding me of weakness, of failure, of the cyclic patterns of my life.
One of the best things about knowing Jesus, about serving Him, is that He speaks differently. One of the things that assures me when I hear all the scientific stuff about evolution, atheism, humanism is that, in and of myself, I would not hear any other voices. But I do.
That is the voice of my King. That is His declaration over me, over you, despite all that we see from our microscopic vantage. He speaks the knowledge of how He sees me through the blood of Jesus that paid for all my wrongs. But, He also speaks as the creator over His creation. Declaring what will be as though it already was.
And He isn’t speaking about what He would force me to be. He sees me as He created me, the person, the gifted, promising, still full of potential person that I am. The person I get to be, that I am fulfilled in becoming.
Though, the other voices are so loud sometimes, I don’t believe them. Though the evidence that I set before me tells me that they speak truth and all my hope is faulted, I choose to listen to my Father.
Am I deluded? Am I unable to deal with reality?
If I am, then why do I feel set free by His voice of kindness? Why do I feel so blinded by all other words? They don’t enlighten. They cover. They chain.