Identity Theft

Hello Friends.

As I was in prayer and worship this morning, I came to the realization that the reason I had been feeling so down lately was in part due to PMS (ugh), but also because of the lies of the enemy I had regressed to believing. The lies haven’t been tangible ideas that pop into my head, ideas that are relatively easy to rebuke and walk away from. Rather the lies have taken the form of old familiar feelings — feelings that seem real and are subtly fed to my soul over time until I begin to feel defeated, ashamed and unworthy of God’s love.

How haven’t I learned this lesson already? How have I, after so much time being bathed and cleansed in my Father’s love and truth, missed this insidious invasion into my soul?

I was feeling ashamed that God clearly has to teach me the same lessons over and over, but I believe He showed me that even though it’s the same lesson, much like my kids’ math lessons, there are many practice problems along the way. One by one, God and I find the solutions together, and as I learn, I become trained in that skill.

I experienced decades of identity theft. It’s to be expected that it could take significant time for me to relearn my actual identity in Christ. I’m a student in my Master’s hands. I’m a masterpiece in the making.

That’s not shameful, its beautiful.