He's a Liar

Being pulled through the kitchen, dishes and ToDos whispering my name, the hot cup of tea sits as an invitation to peace and rest. I tiptoe towards it, as if it may slip away from my gaze. Thoughts unwinding, I spiral down a staircase of deceit.

Everything is mediocre.

I cleaned the house, but I didn't get the groceries.

I fed and bathed the kids, but they were exhausted and got to bed late.

I'm keeping myself busy, but isn't it just a burden on everyone else?!

Nothing I put my hand to is beautiful.

And then, before I slip any further He S T O P S me, dead in my decent...

But you don't love ME mediocre. Your prayers for the others aren't empty. Your fiery passion for MY will isn't in vein. And I, yes I, think you and all you create is beautiful.

The tea bag compresses and honey drips from the spoon. I sip the truth and swallow the WORD to my spirit.

The devil is a liar and pleads me to believe (John 8:44), but my heart has been given to another lover, whom speaks LIFE over me. And I will believe...and sip the tea of peace and rest.

Now it's your turn. Choose His perspective for your life, because it is TRUTH.