Speaking Truth to My Struggle


*I wrote this recently in the midst of a real struggle in my own life. This is the 4th post in a 6 post series entitled “Struggling”. My prayer is that you would be encouraged by my honesty and that God would use this series to help you in the midst of your own struggle, whatever that may be. To start with the first post in this series, click here. *

Truth. What even is the truth? In the midst of this struggle sometimes the lines of truth seem blurred.

You see, as I’ve mentioned before, my struggle is one of heart and mind.

It begins as a thought, one that is usually a lie. That thought turns into a feeling, an emotion that can overwhelm. And, eventually in my heart and mind, that initial lie becomes a truth.

I must remind myself that my thoughts, my feelings, they are NOT my reality. My emotions often deceive me. I cannot rely on them as my source of truth. BUT, I do have one source of truth that I can rely on, and so I must read it, I must speak it, I must believe it, EVEN when I don’t “feel” it.

My truth is God’s word. My truth is His promise.

I must cling to that, otherwise I am left wondering, finding my own truth, which in fact is not likely truth at all.

My jealousy tells me that I deserve more out of life, more money, more power, and more satisfaction. BUT the truth is I am deserving of death, and only gain life through the grace of my Savior. The truth is I have SO many good things, and every good and perfect gift is from my Father in Heaven.

My pride tells me that God has forsaken me; He has no plan. If He did I would already be doing BIG things. BUT, the truth is my ways are not His ways. I do not understand His ways or His timing, but He is God, He is in control, and He has a perfect plan for my life, even in the broken places.

My guilt tells me I am worthless; I have failed too often. I have let too many down. I feel shame. BUT, the truth is I am righteous in the sight of my Father. My dirty mess is washed white as snow through Christ blood and I AM redeemed.

My lowliness cries out that I have no value, I am unnecessary, I am a screw up. But the truth is I am fearfully, wonderfully, and intentionally designed by a Creator who knows the very hairs on my head, and again, He has a plan.

My brokenness says I am too broken. BUT the truth is God is making me new with each struggle, each day, each moment.

It is difficult for me to fully put into words the things I have felt or thought, the places I have allowed myself to wander in the midst of darkness.

BUT, today I speak truth, over and over, and over again. I speak it when I believe it, and I speak it when I don’t. I speak it when it feels right, and when it feels the farthest thing from true. I speak it day and night; in my prayers, to my children, under my breathe. I speak it as a reminder. I speak it as a battle cry. I speak it because it brings me back to life. TRUTH.

Today, find God’s truth and speak it to your struggle. I dare you.

Romans 8:32 “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

With love,



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