First Steps to Defeat Your Mind Games
It’s a daily battle, and like a knight, we have to put on our armor.
I’m reminded of how the Rittider put on their armor as they go about their day. Or how Carryl made sure the dragons and riders had armor to fight against the turquoise dragon rider.
Unfortunately, our armor isn’t as cool looking as a leather breastplate. It’s moreso a way of life, a decision each morning as we wake up to gird up our mind to be ready for the attacks that will come that day.
How can we do that? Our first step is remembering.
This week, I was given some shocking news. The position I thought I was going to move into was given to someone else. My current teaching position is up in the air as I wait on insurance to decide on long-term disability. I began to panic. For the past three years, my income has sustained the household.
At the same time, I knew I’d heard the invitation to come risk with God and pivot in my work focus. But how was that possible?
As I tried to grapple with all of this, I reminded myself that God has always provided. Always! But it took a conscious effort to remind myself.
Mairead goes through this as well in Divided. As she’s taking the crown, she must swear in her cannonsea, or captain of the royal guard.
“Kyeth, Rittider of Muintir, do you pledge your life to Mairead, Queen of Muintir?”
“Aye.” Kyeth blinked back tears, the emotion almost undoing Mairead’s resolve not to cry. “My blade belongs to my queen. My will is hers to command, and my life will be spent in exchange for hers. This I vow with Jeeah as my witness.” He paused before his voice rang out clear and strong: “Chay la Jeeah.”
Mairead fought for control. How could she do this? Lugh squeezed her shoulder, and she remembered Jeeah. Taking a deep breath, she stated the words she’d memorized at the jiddee’adar’s prompting.

Our daily battles might not be as big as facing an evil mage, but our enemy is just as determined. The mind games are real. Will you remember how you’ve come through hard times in the past? Remember that you did get through them. That bad times pass, even if it feels like they won’t.
What memory do you need to recall? I’d love to hear how you got through a bad time–if you feel comfortable sharing.


