When I was thirty-six years old, I found myself under tremendous pressure. The devil whispered to me, “You are just like your father. You look and act like him. You are going to have a nervous breakdown just like he did.”
I began to agree, “Yes, I’m just like my father. I’m probably going to have a nervous breakdown too.” At that point, the Lord spoke to me and reminded me, “I am your Father. You are just like Me, and I’ve never had a nervous breakdown. Neither will you.”
The question is this: whose nature are you believing for?
Do you believe the die has been irrevocably cast, forcing you to be just like your earthly parents or grandparents?
Or do you believe you can choose to take after your heavenly Father?
