Horrid Henry I’d like you to meet Beautiful Betty

Horrid Henry I’d like you to meet Beautiful Betty

This week’s tip:  cooking bacon.

We are a fan of the bacon.
We could easily fix a pound for Saturday breakfast.
I am very particular about my bacon.  Crispy and lacking the little fat hump that seems to be present in a lot of pieces.  To prevent the humping of the fat (oh dear…that came out wrong…) I cut the package of bacon in half.  This does three things:
1) gives me the illusion of getting more (4 small pieces instead of 2 big pieces)
2) prevents a lot of waste and
3) makes the bacon cook more evenly.

Banks Bacon for the win.

Oh, and, I think I’m going to try to make mayonnaise this week.  Seems like the thing to do.

Okay.  Moving on.

My kids watch this show on Netflix called “Horrid Henry” and yes, it is as awful as the title says.  It’s about a whiny, bratty, disrespectful British kid name Henry, and his shenanigans.  Spare yourself and don’t watch the whole episode.  It’s awful.

Now, in the first minute and a half you see tons of screaming, Henry throwing tantrums, not care that he’s late for school, and be called stupid.  Henry gets called and calls his brother “Perfect Peter” a lot of names. And I have to admit, I’m guilty.

Now…I have called myself a lot of names over my short life.

a bad mom
loud and obnoxious
a poor money manager

Dear God…how much time do we have??

The Lord must be trying diligently to teach me something about this topic because just 3 weeks ago I filled in for Jason and did his week of RMS Prayer Group.  I found myself being led to share on this very same topic. Instead of an episode of Horrid Henry, I shared my and Reagan’s current favorite song, “Greater” by Mercy Me.

Check it out.

Oh how I love the names in that video.  According to it, and God’s word, I’m…

Redeemed Romans 3:24
Loved 1 Thessalonians 1:4
Greater 1 John 4:4
Chosen Colossians 3:12
Royalty Romans 8:17
Holy Ephesians 1:4
Righteous 1 Corinthians 1:30
Triumphant 2 Corinthians 2:14
Free Romans 6:6

This is definitely a place I could park for a long time…

In education we call it a “self fulfilling prophecy.”  That what we believe about ourselves and our ability will come to pass.  Max has told himself since the 1st grade that he was no good at Math.  So, naturally guess where Max has struggled the most in school?  Math.
I can’t help but think the same is true (because it’s a tactic of the enemy, who’s reason for existence is to steal, kill, and destroy) in my spiritual life.  I get a negative idea in my mind about myself, don’t cast it down and take it captive like God says I am to do, and by doing so, I give it life.
I think on it enough, and it starts to grow.
Eventually it will come to pass because that is what I believe about myself.

Every single day.
It’s exhausting.

I feel God whispering to me, “Why do you believe that long list of lies?”
I feel like I break His heart everyday when I replay them over and over and over.
I have a feeling that continuing on this trajectory, one day, when I take my last breath, I’ll stand in front of my Creator.  Here, He will sit me down and show me a movie of what He had planned for me.
With sadness in my heart, I’ll ask Him why the things He wanted for me didn’t happen and He will pull up the list of words I believed about myself.
My heart will ache at all the adventure I missed out on because I believed a lie.

I know I’m not the only one.  I know other women do this.  We catch ourselves in a vicious cycle of comparison that’s truly of the enemy.
We can’t do it anymore.

So.  What do we do?
I’ve decided to set it in my heart that when I feel those lies come on me.  To cast it down and replace it with God’s truth.
That’s the only thing to do.
“Ugh.  I’m so miserable.  I can’t do anything right.”
“Nope.  That’s not true.  According to Romans 8:37 I am more than a conqueror.”

Make a memo on your phone.
Put up a post it note.
Tattoo it on your arm…in a nice font of course.
We can’t settle for less.  God is counting on us.

He’s counting on us to not fulfill our own prophecies. 
Because in doing so, we will miss out on His. 


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

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