The Devil Really Tried It This Morning

 This morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling. I genuinely felt like I didn’t want to get out of bed. But it wasn’t because I was tired. It was because I felt like, “what is my life.” For a moment, I felt empty. I felt like a mess. Here was the weird part about it though; I was doing all of the “right” things. My apartment was clean and spacious. My clothes were clean and I didn’t need to iron them. I knew what I was wearing. I was getting work that I needed to get done, done. I woke up at a decent time and even as I am writing this, it looks like I would get to church on time, if not early. 

I scrolled through YouTube for about 30 minutes and then finally shut my phone off and got up to shower. I had food in my fridge, I literally was not lacking anything. The worse thing that I did was order Burger King last night - the impossible whopper with cheese and large fries - and I ate it all. I mean like how dare I? I then realized something. The sense of heaviness and depression was rooted in my desire to be perfect. 

I didn’t end my night perfectly so I felt deep down that I didn’t deserve to have a good morning. I had a goal of reading 15 percent of a book on Kindle for a project and I did 10 percent. I ate Burger King last night when I said that I would be healthy. So, because that’s how my night ended, (not to mention that I was also nervous about potentially not having the project done by the deadline) these thoughts were lingering in my subconscious mind. 

My night wasn’t perfect so I’m not going to have a good morning. But why did I not consider this seemingly minor, yet major truth: I was doing a lot better than I was doing before. The me would not have even touched a project that was due in five days and would not consider the deadline until the night before. The old me would not have had a super clean apartment with a fridge fully stocked with healthy, quality food. The old me would have been regretting not doing the laundry and trying to think of a quick solution to get the clothes needed for the day. 

I am doing better and that’s a win. Also, I do believe that the heavy feeling that I felt this morning was also a spiritual attack. Anytime you have an overwhelming amount of negative thoughts that seem to come out of no where, you have a spirit trying to find a home. Pray that stuff off of you, bind it up and tell it that there is no room for it. The space is already occupied by you and the Holy Spirit. You’re soul and body is at full capacity. 

I also made sure that, just in case I was picking up on any depression or feelings of heaviness from anyone close to me, I covered them in prayer as well. I asked the Holy Spirit for a fresh and new filling of Him after thanking Him for His presence and for even wanting to live with me and in me. 

I declared that today will be a good day no matter what happens or what has happened. Today is a great day and I am looking forward to what God is going to do today. I am blessed and the Spirit of Heaviness has no place in my life. If you are reading this, please know that you are blessed and you have the power and authority from God to speak and declare blessings over yourself. Today is going to be a great day for you. Now go out there and step on the devil’s head!