The voices chant early, before the fog lifts, before the grass dries, and I listen to their lies.
Nobody loves you. Nothing will ever change. None of this is worth it.
Their poison shoots straight for my spine, paralyzing me in the place where I’ve come to pray. From where I sit, spirit and body stuck, I see what I’d written on the easel out in the kitchen just yesterday morning, like a banner snapping over my head now, inviting the voices, the mockery:
“Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed” (Proverbs 16:3).
Yeah, right, they scoff. Whatever.
Because in the last 24 hours, dinner burns, a husband distances, a daughter threatens to run away. A toddler screams, a friend ignores, another daughter bristles at every word.
This? This is a mess, not a success.
But after listening to more lies, I will myself to open the Book in my lap, to turn the pages despite my despair, and I end up with Hagar in the wilderness. Together we’re in a desolate place, feeling utterly alone and forsaken. Soon, I hear another Voice telling her to go back, to submit to her mistress.… Continue Reading