Silence the Lies

A lie crept into my head, a whisper at first, "your ministry is done." Then the whisper seemed to shout "the best is not yet to come, quit sharing your story, it's old already."

The thing about a lie is it starts off small and can grow if you don't demolish it. The lies seem to taunt me in the mundane of my day, "You are common, a dime a dozen. Shut up already. Slow down, stop fighting, you have no voice."