Crown of Promise Devotions – Don’t Give Up

The hardest part of Bring Her Home to write wasn’t the cutting but what led to it. Not because I couldn’t picture it but because I could.

While I don’t have physical scars like Eva, her fight is mine. The daily battle to keep going, keep fighting, keep choosing the truth when it’s so much easier to believe the lies. It’s constant. You win one day and suddenly you’re right back there the next. Like Eva says, it never ends.

Maybe you’ve been there. Maybe you’re there today. You see all the ways you could be better and all the things you didn’t do. And that voice comes out, telling you you’re a failure. A fraud. You fight it. Choose to ignore it. Smile anyway. But even that feels like failure because you’re not even strong enough to show the truth. That you’re not okay. And though you know this too shall pass, right now, in this moment, hope is gone.

Some days, it’s just too hard to keep fighting. You’re tired. You’ve been here before. You acknowledged the enemy and battled until, exhausted, you won. You were elated. And then the next day came, and you were right back on that same battlefield again. And the next day. And the next. The same battle, over and over. Each day more wearying than the last. Until you wonder why you’re fighting. What’s the point when you never win?

The lies are easier to believe than the truth. Failure. Fraud. Weak. Worthless. Sell-out. Alone. They’re right there on the surface. I don’t have to try hard to find them. The hard part is fighting them back.

But please, I beg you, just as I force myself, to keep fighting. Keep searching for the truth amidst the lies. Press through the darkness and find the light. 

And on those days when you can’t, let those around you fight for you. Let them pray when you can’t find the words. Let them fight while you’re curled in a ball of tears. Let them in.

I hate writing this because I haven’t conquered it. I’m not through this particular struggle. Maybe I never will be. I’m also terrible at letting people in. It’s so much easier to pretend I’m fine than admit I’m not. I want to be a bringer of hope and this feels like the opposite. But maybe hope is knowing you’re not alone. I hope so. It’s why I wrote Bring Her Home.

Find the truth. Fight for the truth:

You are loved.

You are valued.

You are not a failure.

You are not alone.

It’s okay to be broken.

It’s okay to ask for help.

This is not the end.

There is hope.


What are some of the lies you find yourself listening to far too often?

How might you surround yourself with the truth, so that when those lies come they’re easier to fight? (Eg. Specific music or worship songs that bring you back to the truth, Bible verses written on cards that you can pull out, a friend you can call who’ll remind you, etc)

How can you encourage someone else who might be going through the same?


God, I have to admit, the lies are easier to believe. But I don’t want to believe them. I want your truth, your way—even when it’s hard. Even when the fight is long and constant. Please give me the courage and strength to keep fighting for the truth. And on those days I’m exhausted from the battle and have nothing left to give, give me the courage to ask others for help. Thank you that you’re stronger than the lies and greater than my fears. You are so good.

Further Reading:

Zephaniah 3:17

Deuteronomy 20:4

Psalm 34:4

Psalm 142:7

Psalm 42

2 thoughts on “Crown of Promise Devotions – Don’t Give Up”

  1. Well written as usual.

    My verse for you

    When they walk through the Valley of Weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs. The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings. Psalms 84:6 NLT

    May your valley become a refreshing spring in 2023.

    You are precious and loved and valued and a great mum and wife and author.

    I love you heaps ❤️


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