So Emily @ Ink Inc. and myself at right here co-host a writing prompt link up. Today I'm going to give my entry.
Soooo, I didn't actually use the lyrics of the song. I stuck a Switchfoot album on shuffle and wrote to the first song that played. Whatever it made me think about is what went on the page.
So here goes.
Some people talk about saving yourself. You’re the only one who can help you. And I get it. You can’t solve your problems until you decide to actually do it, and no one can do that but you. You have to have the will. You have to do the hard part and make the sacrifices that are necessary. You can’t wimp out about it. Nobody can do all the work for you while you sit by.
But there’s a flaw here. How do you save yourself, from yourself? You are your enemy. I mean it. We are victims of ourselves. So how do you untie yourself when you tied yourself up? Do you think you’re going to let you go? Just like that? You’re going to let yourself walk out of there free, no fight required, just ask nicely? Um, no. You are your arch enemy. You are not nice like that. You are not kind to you.
You are a monster.
So how do you tell monster you to back off and let you live another day?
God is the only one who can tame monster you. Yes, tame. Monster you will always be there, unfortunately. Because you are you still. Still human. A coin has a head and a tail. One can’t be separated from the other without destroying the coin. God will not destroy you. Neither of you. But He will tame monster you.
There’s a catch though.
You, the tied up you, has agree to let Him help. And that means surrendering monster you to Him. Letting Him hold your monster leash, letting Him control monster you. If you take you from Him, you’ll end up tied down with your monster self ready to eat you whole.
So yeah, you still have to have the will. You still have to do the hard part. You still have to make the sacrifices necessary. But don’t worry.
You will be in good hands.
I wasn't expecting that either. This is awkward. I have no idea how to write devotions.
*panic attack* WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
It seems I ought to let God control my monster of self-doubt and insecurity. Which suspiciously looks like a Stitch.
Stitch aside. With all sincerity. I read once that we write the story that we need to read. I needed to read this.
P. S. If you want to join the link, you can do so here. It ends with the month.