“I’m a failure! Does God even want me? I’ll never succeed at anything.” The lies wouldn’t stop, and I’d begun to believe them. Begun to believe that, because I had sinned, I was a mistake.
Have you ever felt like that? You know you belong to Jesus and you’ve read the truth in Scripture, but somehow, your mind refuses to accept it. Refuses to accept Ephesians 2:10 when it says, “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared ahead of time for us to do.â€
You know Psalm 103:12 says, “As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.†But you still feel the guilt. The sin seems to be wrapped around your ankles, tripping you up and holding you back. You still feel the lies: “No one likes me. No one will ever want me. I’m a failure.”
But wait! Even if those lies were true, wouldn’t God still love you? Is God’s love based on how many other people like you? Didn’t Jesus know the sin you’d struggle with when He died for you? Didn’t God know who you’d be when He created you? And didn’t He still create you in love?
On those days when you struggle with the lies, and the truth doesn’t seem to seep in, pause and remember: God doesn’t believe the lies about you. God loved you before He created you. He loved you when He died on the cross. He loved you when He rose again. And He loves you even now. In Christ, nothing can separate you from God’s love (Romans 8:38-39). You may feel like an ugly failure, but God hasn’t let any of the things you feel stop Him from loving you. He will always love you. And, someday, Jesus will return to destroy lies and death forever. • Priscilla J. Krahn
• When you start believing Satan’s lies, who can remind you about the truth in God’s Word?
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And to know Christ’s love that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:19 (CSB)
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