A City Set on a Hill (Spoken Word)
I heard a small but powerfully persuasive whisper: “Your light is gone.” “You are no different from everyone in the room.” “Just an ordinary girl, nothing more.” The voice spoke in a melodious, mocking tone. I went silent, defeated and pained, with just a splash of anger, always amusingly directed at myself. Then I heard a chuckle of victory. He knew he had won this battle at least for now. Who could this be, whispering these heartbreaking lies? Could it be true? I wondered. And there it was again—that same voice. But this time, I had a response. I had a weapon. More profoundly, I had an identity. I began declaring it quietly in my heart, but ended it out loud with an assertiveness: “CAN NEVER BE HIDDEN.” Matthew 5:14 – You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. This is just one shade of the prickling, piercing, burrowing nature of insecurity. Sometimes it's not about our bodies or faces, but about the uncertainty of our worth, doubts about...