“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” I had to say that quite a bit as a kid. I was little chubby. No, let’s be honest. I was fat and those pounds didn’t melt away until I hit my teams, regardless of how active I was.
Names. They can be tools that uplift us; and, they can cause damage as well. These names, whether they’re accurate or not, tend to stick to us like mud slung against a wall. You don’t have control over what others say about you; but you have total control over the names you call yourself!
As we tend to be harder on ourselves than on others, our enemy will try and take advantage of that fact. It’s time to stop slinging more mud at yourself and to wash any mud that’s already stuck to the walls of your brain.
Let me give you a tool the Lord’s effectively used in my life to scrub the walls of my brain. Praise music. He uses songs put there by our Sunday service music team. He uses songs that I play on my phone. He even uses songs from ages ago to scrub my brain.
The next time you want to bad mouth yourself, which can definitely lead you down the path to your drug of choice, start humming the tune the Spirit brings to mind. Let life and peace bringing words stick to the walls of your brain. It’s a much prettier picture!
S“E”t Free Nowww