Remebering that God is stronger

Psalm 69:1-4: Just like David most of us know this feeling, the feeling of I am up to my neck in trouble, exhausted we cry for help and feel as if there is no help. We suffer insults. We suffer from people mocking us. The other day, I felt this way, the evil one had a small victory. I allowed the insults and jeers to make me feel as if I am worthless. I fell into the evil ones lies. I generally do not believe such rabble, never really have. I have been mocked, looked at my mocker, said something like you are just jealous because I am smarter than you are. When you are an adult, it is not as easy. People will make fun of you because of your clothes, your orthopedic shoes, or because they drive a new car. A choice that was made conscientiously. As Christians, we have to make a choice to be the child that brushes off insults, because we know the come from the evil one. Some days it is easier said than done. There are days that we are more vulnerable. Maybe we didn’t get enough sleep, maybe are hormones are out of wack, maybe … the list is infinite. On those days, we say we should have stayed in bed. It does not mean we should, that is just how we feel.  What we need to do is pray without ceasing. How do you pray unceasingly and do what needs to be done? It takes practice. Even then, I fail. I give into the lies of the evil one the one that says you are worthless. We aren’t worthless, in our heart of hearts, we know we are God’s chosen one; we are a child of the Lamb. God has our back. He is there we just have to be stronger; we just have to push forward. But it takes leaning on Jesus through the Holy Spirit. We have to remember that Jesus lives within us and that He is stronger than the evil one.

Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold. I am in deep water, and the floods overwhelm me. I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me. Those who hate me without cause  outnumber the hairs on my head. Many enemies try to destroy me with lies, demanding that I give back what I didn’t steal.


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