The voices in my head

Item 1: I go around telling people that "nothing is impossible with God" (Luke 1:37).

Item 2: My children are ages 28, 27, 20, and 16, and I have made a mess of my relationship with all of them---that's not even to mention the damage I have done to their relationship with God. And I have pretty much decided that it's too late now.

Who says it's too late!

Well, the voices. The voices are all theories about life that I have gathered like barnacles along the way and never thought to bring before the bar of Scripture. And I have more theories than Carter has pills. They sound like my mother's voice, my friends' voices, the TV anchor's voice, the voice of the sweet little old lady at church, and some original to me. They tell me the way life has to go, the way stories have to end.

Until, finally, they sound like my own voice. Like irrefutable reason; so patently obvious as to be invisible.

Who the blazes made these voices the authorities in my life? Well, I did. I did it by rolling over to the world's faddish thinking rather than examining it. I did it by not taking seriously the supernatural realm and Satan as the father of lies. I did by being careless with my own words, until every repetition of untruth pushed deeper roots into my soul. What part of "every thought" did I not understand in Paul's admonition to "destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ" (2 Corinthians 10:5)?

Oh Lord, nothing is impossible with you. Forgive me for believing Tom, Dick, and Harry over you. I will repeat your words back to you until they become mine. Would you do something impossible again and heal my kids and draw them to you and make me a good mother and show me how to start.

And forgive me for telling you when something is too late.

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