I talk to myself.  I think I always have actually.  Sometimes I wonder whether it is a product of being an only child.  I have often told people that I am completely comfortable being alone because I can carry on conversations with myself for hours.  (You can stop chuckling now.)

But I’ve begun to wonder whether sometimes I’m talking to myself or whether my self is talking to me. 

In his book Spiritual Depression, Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones says the following: 

“I say that we must talk to ourselves instead of allowing ‘ourselves’ to talk to us!  Do you realize what that means?  I suggest that the main trouble in this whole matter of spiritual depression in a sense is this, that we allow our self to talk to us instead of talking to our self … Have you realized that most of your unhappiness in life is due to the fact that you are listening to yourself instead of talking to yourself?  Take those thoughts that come to you the moment you wake up in the morning.  You have not originated them, but they start talking to you, they bring back the problems of yesterday, etc.  Somebody is talking.  Who is talking to you? … The main art in the matter of spiritual living is to know how to handle yourself.  You have to take yourself in hand, you have to address yourself, preach to yourself, question yourself … The essence of this matter is to understand that this self of ours, this other man within us, has got to be handled.  Do not listen to him; turn on him; speak to him; condemn him; upbraid him; exhort him; encourage him; remind him of what you know, instead of listening placidly to him and allowing him to drag you down and depress you.”  (p. 20-21, emphasis mine)

The spiritual battle going on in the heavenlies is sometimes a shouting match going on inside our souls. 

Who is going to speak the loudest?

Why are you downcast, O my soul?  Why so disturbed within me?  Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.  My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you …  (Psalm 42:5-6)