Heavy Weight Pt. 2

Ok, last week I left off introducing you to an article of clothing called a weight jacket. As you can probably tell I am a visual person. I like to picture things in my mind. It helps me process things.

This week I want to take it a step further. Not only was I walking around with this jacket, I had a bunch of labels plastered all over me. You couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there. They included things like: worthless, unloved, undeserving, failure, not good enough…….

Let me share a story with you from my childhood:

I remember this day as if it were yesterday. When I was about 12 years old, I was standing with some childhood family friends- a Hispanic family. I had been spending my summer vacation with this family. All of a sudden the mood turned from me feeling loved and accepted to me feeling unloved and gross….. You see, we were standing around and the mom of the family went to leave and each of us had to go give her a hug and kiss. As I was making my way up to give her and hug and kiss, some words shot at me as if it was a bullet heading straight for my head. “Watch out, mom! If you kiss her, her color might rub off on you!”

This might sound like an innocent little statement that kids sometimes make, but this little statement changed my whole identity from that moment on. I carried around the echo of those words up into my adulthood. I had a label plastered on my forehead that said, “You are ugly and you’re not going to amount to nothing.”

Because I believed that lie, my life reflected it. I let it determine how I responded to life’s circumstances; it even effected what mood I was going to be in any particular day. It caused me not to live the life God had intended for me, because every time I stepped out to make any bold steps the voices of condemnation and defeat grew louder.

There was no real victory in my life. Satan knew where the unresolved issues were hidden in my soul. He knew the doors of my heart that I had left wide open… Every time he hurdled one of his lies at me, I would take that “label” and place it right on my weight jacket, so when I looked in the mirror I could see the tired woman who could no longer stand under the weight any longer. I could see all the label of lies all over me. And you know what? I believed them.

I believe there are some lies you believe. Maybe, your current situation seems impossible. Or, you just can’t seem to walk in the victory that you know deep down in your heart Christ has for you. If this sounds like you, listen up! You can claim the victory that Christ has for you. You don’t have to believe the lies any longer. Some of you have pain so deep that maybe you need to seek counsel. But, what I found was the counsel of the Word of God. We need to stop listening to the voice of Satan. He is a liar and he has been from the beginning. (John 8:44)

What would our life look like if you we replace those labels with God’s truth:

I am God’s child (John 1:12)
I have been bought with a price; I belong to God (1Cor. 6:19-20
I am a saint, a holy one (Eph. 1;1)
I have been redeemed and forgiven of all my sins (Col. 1:14)
I am complete in Christ (Col. 2:10)

Get intentional about God’s word. If there is a truth about God you need to meditate on, write it out on an index card and carry it around with you, place it on your bathroom mirror, put it on your frig. I know you can come up with something creative.

Are you ready to cast away that weight jacket? There is victory in Christ.

Please let me know how I can be praying for you.

And, oh, yeah, I do hope that some of this Jesus’ girl’s love of Christ will rub off on you:)

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever. Psalm 136:1

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