A Proclamation of a Conquering Housewife

After spending some months adjusting to the changes in my life and struggling through depression and fear, I felt like I needed to draw my line in the sand. So I wrote this proclamation.

My name is Amanda.

I am a child of the Most High God.

My adoption papers were drawn up and sealed in the very blood of Jesus Christ, Son of God. I didn’t choose God. He chose me. I am wanted, loved, and precious in the eyes of God.

Jesus died on the cross, rose again, and won the victory over death and sin. He gave me that victory. By the name of Jesus, I am MORE than a conquering housewife.

I draw my line in the sand. I rise up. And I say, “No More.”

No more depression. No more confusion. No more fear. 

You have been given your notice. You are not welcome.

I will not give in. I will not let up.

I will stand and fight.

I will do battle with you, depression, and, by the name of Jesus, I will be victorious.

When the battle rages and I grow weary, I will grab the hands of my brothers and sisters.

The praise of God shall be on my lips and with my praise shall I overcome.

For I put on the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, and, heaviness, you shall not prevail.

I will trust in the promises of God; for what God said He would do, He will be faithful to carry out. I will believe in what I cannot see… for what I can see is temporal, and what I cannot see is eternal. 

I place my life in the hands of God. I will do life WITH the Christ whose name is GOD WITH US. I will do life WITH the body of Christ… His Church.

I will not hide.

I will trust that the promises of God are Yes and Amen, that God will be faithful to carry them out, and that the callings of God are without repentance. My life will not be defined by what looks impossible today. My life will be defined by the very God-breathed promises of God Himself and I will trust that the Word that spoke creation into being will bring them to pass. 

I will keep myself close to God.

And if I am close to God, how could I possibly miss His voice? 

I will rest.

I will count my relationship with God as most precious and my marriage and my children second to no other.

I will extend my parenting, my housework, my friendships, my writing grace because grace is a free gift I have been given. I receive it.

I will give up my ideals. I will give up on perfect. I will pick up my cross and follow Christ.

I will stop trying to mend my broken pieces and I will lay them at the feet of Jesus. 

I will stop judging my brothers and sisters for the ground at the foot of the cross is even for all.

I will do what I enjoy. I will feel comfortable in the clothes I wear, in the car I drive, with the words I speak. I will be me. 

I am Amanda, child of God, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. I am exquisite. I was made for love. And I am loved. I was made for living. I was made for conquering.

And especially emphatic this time, like if this wasn’t on the computer, it would be triple-quadruple underlined and then circled five times:

By Grace,

Amanda Conquers