Your mind

Your mind is a weaver of tales—

a storyteller, spinning narratives from threads of uncertainty. But not every story it tells is rooted in truth.

It hears a passing comment and echoes it as rejection.

It meets silence and fills the stillness with imagined accusations.

It watches a single misstep and paints it as a collapse, a confirmation that you are not enough.

But the soul knows better.

The Spirit whispers louder than the lies—if we will listen.

Not every silence is a punishment.

Sometimes, it is peace.

A space for grace to speak.

Not every delay is denial.

Not every unanswered prayer is abandonment.

Not every memory on loop is proof of shame.

Your mind may be loud,

but truth lives deeper still.

You are not at the mercy of every fleeting thought. You are not defined by emotion dressed up as fact.

Be still. Remember.

God is not the voice of chaos.

He is not the accuser.

He does not nitpick your past or amplify your fears.

He sings over you with love.

He quiets you with His peace.

He wraps you in mercy new each morning.

And when the mind begins to spin again,

when the old stories start to take shape,

anchor yourself in what is real:

You are chosen.

You are held.

You are loved.

Let that be the story that stays.

Let that be the voice that leads you home.