Thanks to Ashton, this is my latest listen:
I’ve been finding lately that one of the negative consequences of my hyper-avoidance of cliché is that I often sacrifice hearing necessary truth. I’ve heard the phrase “child of God” so many times it makes me want to hurl. And yet, when I sat, wrestling with instead of dwelling in that dislike, listening to the chorus of this song, I realized my soul needed to hear over and over again whose daughter I am in heaven’s eyes. I needed to hear the lie I’d bought into smashed and then reinforced with the opposing truth.
And that’s the thing, y’all: it’s not enough to call out the lie and be done. It’s not enough to call out the lie if you do nothing else. We have to call out lies and replace them with the truth.
Truth doesn’t go down well or settle easy a good portion of the time. Jesus has been slamming punches of truth into my stomach and anvils of grace into my face for years and it never gets any easier to take. Truth naturally sets itself in opposition to what we’ve been believing and living out for years and it often goes down about as well as grape-flavored medicine.
I’m choosing to see fear for the slavery it is, instead of the lie that it will keep me safe, that I’m just being careful. I’m praying to recognize those situations and pray for strength and boldness as I walk through them. And I’m believing the impossible: that God Himself gave life for me, that He claims me as His own daughter, that every battle I face is already won by His glorious victory.