I once read that satan has a special type of hatred towards women and I think he also has a special type of hatred towards men. I have especially felt the wrath of that hatred over these past few weeks as my world has been filled with insecurities, self-doubt, and feelings of worthlessness stemming from the lies he has woven in my head & heart about who I am. Lies that have been so perfectly molded just for me-that know exactly where to sneak in past the strong parts and stab me right where it's soft-just like an armadillos belly. Lies that wreak havoc especially on a woman's heart, demolishing her sense of value, beauty, and meaning in a world not really defined by what she stands for anymore. Lies that make her question all that she is. Lies that oftentimes come as whispers, as if they were strewn out by the wind as they weave their sneaky fingers in and around your heart, whispering to you what you are and what you aren't, how you are too much yet, at the same time, never enough. At times, I can almost see that wispy, black, snake of lies floating through the air, hovering over me and wrapping around my arms before penetrating my soul and squeezing the life out.
2 Samuel 22:29-30...You, Lord are my lamp. The Lord turns my darkness to light. With your help I can advance against an army. With my God, I can scale the highest wall...
And that is the truth one has to cling to. Because without it-actually, even with it it still seems impossible sometimes- it would be impossible to escape from the sinking sand of the ingenious lies of the enemy.
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