Words Are Spells

Words are spells. Especially the ones you speak over yourself, quietly, on repeat: “I'm so stupid. I always mess this up. Nobody wants me around.” You would never cast those over a child you love — but you cast them over yourself hourly. Proverbs 18:21 was not being poetic: death and life are in the power of the tongue, and your own mouth is the closest audience you have. Speak life over yourself — on purpose, out loud, daily. It will feel unnatural at first. Spells of truth always outlast habits of harm.

PRACTICE — Catch one harsh sentence you say over yourself today. Write it down. Write its true version underneath, then say the true version out loud three times — in the mirror if you can.

Today's affirmation: “My words carry life — and I speak it over myself first.”