tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post1479221665744376158..comments2023-05-24T00:16:37.502+12:00Comments on Adulcia - Beneath the Surface: Lying WhispersClaudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-51656296345160230002012-05-22T19:41:25.429+12:002012-05-22T19:41:25.429+12:00Thanks for the encouraging comments Cass and Anita...Thanks for the encouraging comments Cass and Anita. <br />I think I might dig up my copy of The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis for a re-read.<br /><br />You're right Anita - the time of the day doesn't matter, but I find I still need to choose a time each day, then make a discipline of choosing to spend that time each day in prayer until it becomes habit. And the whispering lies were trying to draw me away from that.<br /><br />God bless you both.Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-57376290954674945192012-05-22T09:26:40.013+12:002012-05-22T09:26:40.013+12:00Be gentle with yourself. If you can't pray in ...Be gentle with yourself. If you can't pray in the mornings, pray in the evenings. It's still talking to God. Or walk and pray in the evenings. Or pray during your lunch break. Waking early to pray has rarely worked for me, alas!merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06122017238804355729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-58821235013490341312012-05-16T12:45:57.236+12:002012-05-16T12:45:57.236+12:00Great post! I had a distinct moment the other day,...Great post! I had a distinct moment the other day, as I sat on my back porch. My mind had been racing, it was a particularly bad day for me, with a low mood and all of that yucky depression stuff. As my mind ticked over one thought after another, I had this thought: "Maybe I was never meant to be great. Maybe I was just meant to be someone average and small." At that moment I realised the voice I had been sitting there listening to, and starting praying to God and told the enemy to leave me alone. It surprised me, though it shouldn't have. I think I only realised because that one thought in particular was so obviously opposite to everything I believe in my heart about God, it was like a shout in a silent room. But how many other lies had I sat there and listened to, and if the lie hadn't gone SO far (and in doing so revealed itself) then how long would I have sat there feeling like garbage? It's going on all the time. Thanks for the reminder.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com