Off Track?
Off Track? Lately, I’ve felt under spiritual attack. Not the kind that’s easy to spot—but the quiet, sneaky kind that chips away at your confidence, your peace, and your identity in Christ. The kind that whispers lies when you’re tired, when you’re worn out, when you’re trying to do the right thing but feel completely disoriented. And then I heard it again—God’s question in Genesis 3: “Where are you?” He wasn’t asking because He didn’t know. He’s God. He knew exactly where Adam and Eve were hiding. He was asking because they needed to know. And maybe… so do I. Where am I? I think I’ve been listening to the wrong voice again—the master of distraction, the father of lies. Somewhere along the way, I gave room to thoughts that don’t come from my Father: You’re not good enough. You’re too much. You’ll never be enough. You’re failing. Sound familiar? And then comes God's gentle, steady voice again: Who told you that? Who told you you weren’t beautiful? Who told you you ...
