I just came out of battle. While I may not be covered in blood and blue paint as William Wallace in Braveheart was, I bear the marks of a fierce fight.
Every woman has those days when she doesn't feel beautiful or desirable by any stretch of the imagination. For me it was very recently. I wasn't feeling very well that morning, I was operating on a hairpin trigger and was irritated and moody... girls will understand why ;) Standing in front of the bathroom mirror that morning and looking at myself, sans makeup or cute clothes, I felt like a blob.
On cue, my accuser showed up.
Look at yourself. You're not pretty.
"No! No! Not true. I'm the daughter of the King. I'm beautiful because I bear His image to the world.."
Your teeth aren't white enough. Your face isn't symmetrical.
"It's a lie! It's a lie! He loves me just as I am... He made me.."
Then the zinger came.
You're not beautiful. No man will ever find you attractive.
I lost ground. But even as tears filled my eyes and I started believing him, I fought back, though starting to weaken.
"You're lying. You're the father of lies. You were too proud of your beauty, that's why God threw you out of heaven."
Silence. I was alone, at this point curled up on the ground weeping. It wasn't true... but it felt true...
"Jesus.... Jesus... help me... tell me it's not true... why am I beautiful? Am I?"
I had no more verses to hurl at Satan; my mind was frantically searching for them and coming up empty. I was totally drained mentally and spiritually. Where do we go from here? How do we battle against the ultimate liar of all time?
We wield the power of the Word, which is living and active, and sharper than any two-edged sword, the writer of Hebrews tells us. We get up off the mat and raise our sword once more. We fill our minds and hearts with more promises and truths than Satan can handle, and keep replenishing our weapons for such a time as this. Each promise from God to us is like a grenade to Satan. By claiming it, we remove the pin. By reciting it, we are lobbing it into Satan's camp. So claim the promises. Strap on your armor, put on that blue paint, and get ready to get dirty. We may be struck down but we are not destroyed. Jesus has won the war, but there are smaller skirmishes yet to be won.
Let's suit up.
-Grace Marita
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