Stories are being breathed in us, around us, through us most all of the time.

I tell myself stories.  You tell yourself stories.  And then, there are the myriad of stories that track us down, on repeat.

My imagination has always been vivid.  Since I was a little girl, scene upon scene, like a movie, could play out in my mind.  And shockingly, they always felt real.  I used to be embarrassed when I would snap out of the mind-world and realize I had just spent five whole minutes living in a reality that was most certainly not real.  The older I have become, embarrassment seems to be more and more unproductive. I’ve been able to pivot from embarrassment to curiosity.  Curiosity tells me to step back and observe the story I was pulled into.  What can I see?  What true desires do I see playing themselves out in the movie of my mind?

But, there are times a story feels so strong and binding that it begins to be real.  And we can’t tell where story/emotions begin and truth ends.  We can’t see through it all sometimes.  We feel owned by this story breathing down our necks even the first time we open our eyes in the morning.

For these purposes, a story is not necessarily a scene playing out in our minds.  A story is any thought that tells you a narrative based on a fact.


Fact: I drop three things consecutively as I rush around to get out the door.

Story: “Why do these things always happen to me? This is too hard.  Everything is against me.”

It sounds dramatic and it is dramatic.  Which is why these stories so often play out in our recesses.  Not in big obvious thought patterns…but in the inner agreement place of thinking/feeling/being that is the foundation of our big obvious thoughts.

If you’ve been alive for a minute, you know that this example is the cotton candy version of what can easily become.

Stories can escalate quickly, can’t they?  We can easily and suddenly find ourselves feeling trapped by what feels real but isn’t.  And that’s a scary feeling.  Months ago, I found myself so owned by a narrative in my mind that it felt like I was walking the tight rope of stability.  I felt like I was spinning into outer space…orbiting and tumbling and floating in this crazy world of story and I could see it wasn’t reality.  I could.  But it felt so real that I became desensitized to the difference between what is real and what feels real.

Distrust sets in.  It’s nearly worse than the orbiting itself: feeling as if you are no longer capable finding truth, seeing it and letting it become your anchor.

But, you can see through all of this can’t you.  If you’re in a place like this right now, I want to speak truth to you.  Whether you are dealing with a pesky story of un-truth that occasionally nags you… or if you totally relate to spinning out of control in the world of a story that has gripped you with its believability, truth is the only thing that sets us free.

And the truth is:

You have to get angry.

This story is not who you are.  It is your enemy.  It does not have good intentions for you and it is not watching out for you and it is not guarding you.  It wants you to fall deeper and deeper into the world of illusion where it can tell you things that look and smell real but are so far from truth it’s ridiculous.  It wants to slide right up next to TRUTH and pick up a few characteristics of it but in the roots of it, differ wildly.

And you, dear friend, must become angry enough to fight.  Truth is what He came for.  Truth is what He bought for you.  Truth is His name.  Truth is what He promised you.  And He said that He came to set the captives free…..that’s me and that’s you.

So, this captivity can end.  In reality…the real reality… it has already ended.  You can already tell it where to go.  You are on top of it.  And this is where you simply must suffocate the emotions.

We do not intend to live detached from our emotions.  But, when they come into agreement with a story that holds us captive, there’s no question, they ain’t your friend.

So listen to me:

You are strong.  You are connected to Truth.  You have power.  You are not a powerless victim beholden to a story of oppression.  You, dear person, are alive.  You have breath in your lungs.  AND THAT means that there are things for you to do.  He is one of freedom.  Freedom is a guarantee, if you so choose it.

I am praying for you.  I am asking God to stir enough anger and clarity in you to see the story and to gather enough belief to see yourself unchaining from it.  Literally.  Picture the story/untruth and you with a heavy, thick chain attaching you to each other.  And now, look at your other hand and see that there is a key in it.  Unlock the lock.  Unchain yourself and turn away.  Step away from the chain.  Feel the sunlight on your face.

And then, hear all of heaven roaring with joy because truth won.

You have people in your corner.  Tell them.  Strength comes in numbers and so very often, inviting even one other person in to hear the story you feel chained to, is enough to at least give you enough courage to think that perhaps you could unchain from it.  That’s a beginning.

I am for you.  But, He is for you in a deluging force of a way.

That’s true.

Honest Abi