Speak it, believe it.

         This morning while I was drying my hair I was thinking about how powerful our words are. Anyone that knows me, knows that I’ve never been a huge fan of my handwriting. I think that that may actually be part of the reason that I hated writing so much growing up. You’ve probably heard me say things like “my handwriting is the worst…I write like a boy….i wish my handwriting was more like my sisters or my mom…sorry if you can’t read it but I just hate my handwriting”. Now I’ve had so many people tell me that my handwriting really isn’t all that bad but the more that I write the better it will get, but being stubborn like I am, I never actually got around to it. I was too busy speaking about how bad it was and I had made myself believe that that was something that I’d always have to live with. Another thing I was thinking while drying my hair was how I always complain about having a bad memory and how I always forget little things. It’s frustrating to others if I forget something and it’s even more frustrating to me because on top of forgetting whatever it was I now know that I’ve frustrated you and you have to remind me again. It’s a never-ending circle of confusion.

         I told you all of that not so that you would think that I’m some crazy person that has these deep thoughts while drying my hair at 5:30 every morning, but instead to encourage you to guard your words very carefully. They lead to your actions and then you’re believing stupid little lies that the devil is using to get to you. Yes, he can use something as small as my handwriting to mess with me, he’s cunning and he’ll do whatever it takes to mess you up. So simply change the way that you think and talk and just watch your actions start to change too.

         I DON’T have bad handwriting. I really do believe that too. I’ve noticed a really obvious improvement in it over the last few weeks and I can actually say that I like it now. It’s not the perfect kind that I’ve always dreamed of having, but it’s mine and it fits me perfectly. And my memory is actually a lot better then I used to think. My friend was telling me just a couple weeks ago how it always means so much to her that I remember the little things, and to be honest there were so many other things going on right then that I missed the complement completely until this morning. I’ve been too hard on myself and from here on out I’m taking my own advice and guarding my thoughts and words.

This song has been my anthem lately and I’m completely addicted to it. If you haven’t heard it yet just give it a shot and if you have then hopefully you love it as much as I do.