preach it [to yourself]

We hear a lot of words throughout the day - our morning to midnight is filled with them. Words to wake up to, to sing to, to argue with, to persuade, entice, battle, and play. So many words.

But even if you didn't have a single conversation, your day would still be full of words. Even if you were a hermit, words would wiggle inside. Because we're all listening to sermons in our heads - words that motivate and teach and correct and guide.

My soul is speaking constantly and sometimes it sounds like a worldly sermon. It sounds like more questions than statements, more fear than courage, and more pride than humility. Sometimes it sounds like sin. But it is not a matter of making my soul mute, because that's not possible. We are created with eternity in our hearts and my soul's constant conversation is evidence of that. 

In conversations with friends and in reflection about my own inner conversations lately, I'm reminded again that if the message coming from our souls is not Truth, we need to find a different preacher (and I don't mean at church).

A few years back, I read The Silent Seduction of Self-Talk by Shelly Beach and (in addition to the title's brilliant alliteration) it brought a new awareness of the words my soul speaks constantly to my heart. More recently, after reading Joe Thorn's book Note to Self (heavily influenced and inspired by Martin Lloyd Jones) I became even more intentional about using Scripture to guide those conversations.

My scripture memory verse this week is speaking the right words to my soul. I love reading the statement, "Hope in God" right after the psalmist has just probed for answers for his depression. That statement, "Hope in God" is an affirmation of who God is, a declaration of His worthiness, and a pronouncement of His grace to give such hope. I love that.

Psalm 42:11, "Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God."

This morning, I had an interview for a job in NYC and before/during/afterward my soul heard those words: Hope in God. Though I don't have a downcast soul right now, I do often ask my soul about worry and fear and worth. And to these questions this morning, I preached: Hope in God.

He is trustworthy. He is good. He is faithful.

And I am satisfied in Him. I shall again praise Him - with or without a job. He is my hope!

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