freedom and truth

Study to be quiet.

I hadn't read that verse in too long, but I read it the other day. I decided right then that I would cut some noise from life each day and just be quiet.
Problem. I have five kids. Five kids equals noise.
So usually, "Study to be quiet" means that after the kids are tucked in and I dive into the chores, I leave the music off in favor of quiet. That's not easy. I more than love music. I love how it releases me from the endless train of thought. I guess that's the danger in it too.

Tonight my mind was wandering over a blog post I read about a study on a book called Lies Homeschooling Mom's Believe. While I've never read that book, it reminded me of one that came before that I did read called Lies Women Believe. 

It changed my life. I know, it sounds dramatic, but really.

Years ago, I went through a very difficult time, and was in bad place emotionally. A desperate, dark depression. I'm not the type to let myself be a victim. That's for weak people. But as hard as I struggled and fought to move forward, I always found myself sucked back to that place. My joy was gone.

Someone gave me the book one day. I don't remember who you were, but thank you. I don't think I really even finished it, but as I read through, a light turned on.

The concept was simple.

Satan is a deceitful liar. Always has been, always will be. He likes to find our faults and use them against us. To manipulate, distract, and bring us down.

Women, more than men, have this blessing/curse of being intensely sensitive to how we feel. All the time. It's this roller coaster ride that we assume we have to accept and just live with. The problem with that, is, sometimes Satan takes those feelings and manipulates us into thinking that how we feel is how we are.
That's the lie.
So how do you combat a lie? With truth.
This is the part that gets good.
The truth. Just like He said it would, the truth set me free.
I started writing down the lies as they came to me. If I felt upset or stressed or sick or out of control, I'd trace it to the root thought and there I'd find the lie. I'd write it down and then find me some truth to fight back.
I soon had precious papers filled with promises hanging on my fridge. Every time my world started going dark, I'd arm myself with them. Slowly, I let my burden go, or rather, it was lifted off of me. I was seeing through my emotions to the truth.

It looked like this.

Lie: I will always hurt.

Truth: He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. Psalm 107:20

Lie: What another person does can destroy my happiness.

Truth: Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord our God. Psalm 146:5

Lie: I'm too tired to handle this anymore.

Truth: I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me. Phil 4:13
            Prove all things; hold fast that which is good. I Thess 5:21

Lie: I can't help it if I have stressful thoughts.

Truth: For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh (for the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds;) Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ. II Cor 10:3-5

That's just a sampling, but it gives you an idea.

I've meant to talk about this part of my life so many times, and while there are, obviously, many personal details left out that I haven't the words for just yet, I hope this can stand on it's own.
Sometimes how we learned the lesson isn't as important as the lesson itself. The thing is, I've been able to apply this anytime I notice myself allowing my emotions to take the lead.
If I feel defeated, alone, weak, tired, not good enough.
These are things we all feel. Let's keep our feelings in their rightful place and pursue the truth.
We are conquerors, we are loved, we are strong, we are under the wings of the almighty God.

And that's the truth.

... ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. John 8:32


chicken of the sea

Me: *opens can of tuna, dumps in bowl*
Drew: You mean tuna is actually chicken?
Me: *takes a second* What was that?
Drew: It says "Chicken of the Sea".
Me: Heaven help us. Did we just have a Jessica Simpson moment?
Drew: I was just kidding mom. I've always known it was chicken.