We girls gathered around my sisters kitchen with the windows open and the sunlight streaming in. The kids ran in and out, giggling, laughing and just enjoying the day. The coffee pot and tea kettle were full and the creamy chocolate mousse pie half gone.
We chatted and laughed. Told stories and debated favorite authors. Caught up with our sisters and friends. Eight grown girls and nine munchkins in a 400 square foot house, but being as we all liked each other nobody noticed.
Somewhere between jiggling my niece on my knee to make her laugh and cleaning the kitchen afterwards our friend made a comment that has stuck with me ever since. I don't even remember the context, but what she said was, "Condemnation is from Satan, but conviction comes from the Holy Spirit."
I wasn't sure about that at first, which is probably why I even remember the comment, but since then my reticular activating system has been tuned to notice a spirit of defeat that Satan has been wielding unchecked in my life.
Conviction tells me that I've done wrong. Condemnation tells me that I can't do right.
"So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus." Romans 8:1 NLT
Take that, Satan.