It’s Monday and for some of you the enemy has been toiling with your emotions since last Monday. He has spoken fear over your life and now you are afraid to move forward and all he has said is starting to replay in your mind. The more you think, the less you trust because your mind is saying, “maybe I won’t get healed,” “maybe I’m not cut out for this position like I thought,” “maybe I didn’t qualify for that position,” “maybe that house is out of my league,” “maybe I’m not marriage material,” and “maybe I reached beyond my potential.” Baby, don’t you know who you are? You are royalty. Do you not know the power that lies within your palms, the authority you speak with your mouth, the lineage in your loins, the gifts intertwined in your genes, the manifestation of things that can happen with obedience and the birthright you have inherited? You are fearfully and wonderfully manufactured by a God who does not make failures. Yea, you may fail, you may lose some, you may fall but you, my dear, are no failure. Get up because you have work to do, places to go and people to meet. And the next time you get down on yourself, refer to David’s words of Psalm 139 for encouragement.
Psalm 139:1-16, “O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand! I can never escape from your Spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night—but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you. You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”
In other words, you got this!