My very addictive personality and all sorts of strongholds are a thing of the past for me. Yet at the root of every single one of those issues was insecurity, something I had battled since childhood.
Insecurity is miserable. That’s the bottom line. We don’t need it. We don’t want it. And we really can live without it. So what would happen if we quite being accomplices in our own misery?
The question is whether or not our insecurities are substantial enough to hurt, limit, or even distract us from profound effectiveness or fulfillment of purpose.
Setbacks, on the other hand, just make us feel weak and stupid: I should have conquered this by now. I happened on a question not long ago that oerfectly expresses this mentality: How many times must I prove myself an idiot?
Men are not our problem; it’s what we are trying to get from them that messes us up. We use guys like mirrors to see if we’re valuable.
Insecurity’s best cover is perfectionism. That’s where it becomes an art form.
Wisdom is knowledge applied. Head knowledge is useless on the battlefield. Knowledge stamped on the heartmmakes one wise.
Every inch of ground we refuse to take with God, we surrender to the enemy.
Better to admit where you’re not and ask God’s help to get you where you need to be.
When Eve dropped her shield of faith, every other piece of her spiritual armor became vulnerable.
Insecurity is at the heart of every rivalry.
When we detach the Word of God from the heart of God, we miss the point of God.
For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned. Matthew 12:37.
We live by faith. We love by faith.
Nobody appreciates deliverance like those who’ve nearly been destroyed.
We want Christ to hurry and calm the storm. He wants us to find him in the midst of it first.
Your wealth of experience makes you rich. Spend it on hurt people. They need it so badly.
I have to have a daily, vibrant relationship with Jesus in order to survive that process toward healing.
A powerful motivation for believing God in our present is intentionally remembering how He’s worked in our past.
Be careful not to give too much credence to the old adage that time heals. Mark my word. It’s God that heals. Time only tells.