Have you ever felt like your own thoughts were trying to take you out?

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Everything is moving forward. God is moving in my house, in my heart, in my writing. I am not the same woman I was last year. I can feel the change; grace has been doing violent, beautiful work. And now that God’s finally lifted my head and steadied my feet… the enemy shows up like a thief.

It’s not with chaos or crisis. It’s quieter. Trickier. A whisper slithering in:

“Who do you think you are?”
“You’re just being dramatic.”
“You talk too much.”
“You’re probably annoying everyone with your Jesus posts.”
“That was a dumb thing to say. She’s probably talking about you.”

These whispers are relentless. They creep in when I least expect it, when I’m brushing my teeth, folding laundry, laying in bed at night. They don’t sound foreign. They sound personal, targeted, sharp.

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The Bloodiest Arrow

This week it’s been the smallest, strangest things. I woke up in the middle of the night, heart racing over cavities. Cavities. Like I had just ruined my whole life by needing dental work. Another night it was replaying every word I’d said to a friend who came to work on our AC unit. Did I sound rude? Did I come off ungrateful? Did I say too much? Not enough?

The overthinking spiraled into shame. And that’s when it hit me. This isn’t just anxiety. This isn’t rooted in circumstances. This is spiritual warfare.

And the bloodiest arrow of all? The enemy isn’t only whispering lies, he’s using my old voice to deliver them. He’s impersonating me. Mocking me with a familiar tone. Picking up my old refrains and throwing them back in my face.

That’s the trick. It almost works because it sounds like me. But it’s not.

I know who I am.
I’ve been redeemed.
He’s given me a sound mind.
And no matter how loud the battle gets in my head, I will not back down from what He’s asked me to do.

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The Attack Is On Your Voice

The enemy cannot take your eternity, so he tries to steal your voice today. He wants you to delete the post. He wants you to prune your courage down to a whisper. He wants to convince you that obedience is foolish. He wants you quiet.

And I can feel it so clearly, this attack isn’t about fear of circumstances, it’s about trying to choke out my purpose. It’s aimed straight at my mouth, my words, my influence.

I don’t feel fearful of the world. I feel under attack because I’ve stepped into the light. So now he’s coming after me with lies. Lies meant to paralyze, silence, and suffocate.

But I’m done playing defense.

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We Have Weapons

Ephesians 6 lays it out plain: put on the full armor of God.

• Belt of truth – to wrap yourself in what is real, not what you feel.
• Breastplate of righteousness – your identity is secure in Christ, not in performance.
• Shoes of peace – to carry peace and the gospel everywhere you go.
• Shield of faith – to lift when the lies come flying.
• Helmet of salvation – to know the battle is already won.
• Sword of the Spirit – the Word of God in your hand.

And don’t miss the very next verse:

“And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests.” (Ephesians 6:18)

Prayer isn’t a postscript. It’s not the soft, pretty ending to a list. It’s a weapon.

The Sword of the Spirit and prayer are our offense. We don’t just take blows…we push back. And when we pray according to His will, in Jesus’ name, things shift. The enemy flees.

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I’m Not Spiraling. I’m Speaking.

You are allowed to be bloody, tired, angry, scared, and stubborn all at once. That shows you’ve been in the fight. But do not let the old voice write your obituary.

Tell it to shut up in the name of Jesus, then get back to the work God gave you.

Your voice is not a hobby. It is a weapon and a light. Use it.

So today I’m not spiraling. I’m speaking.

I rebuke every voice of shame, overthinking, and fear in the name of Jesus.
I reject every fiery dart that’s tried to steal the joy of what God is doing in me and through me.
I silence the lies that tell me I’m not good enough, polished enough, qualified enough.
I cover my kids in prayer, believing that He who began a good work will finish it.

I’m not perfect. But I’m anchored. And that’s more dangerous to the enemy than he knows.

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A Warrior Prayer

Jesus,
You’ve already won the war. But today, I need You to help me fight this battle in my mind. The enemy is sneaky, twisting old fears and familiar lies to make me question my calling, my worth, and Your power in me.
But I choose to stand.
I pick up my shield and my sword. I fight back with truth and prayer. Silence the voice of the accuser. Strengthen me to speak life, even when my hands are shaking. Remind me who I am:
A daughter of light.
A woman of grace.
A warrior with weapons.

Fill me with power, love, and a sound mind. Guard my mouth, guard my heart, guard my work. Protect my family from every scheme of the enemy. Father, if he uses my old words to wound me, heal me; if he uses my past to shame me, redeem it.

I stand and I fight, in Jesus’ name.
Amen.

Say it loud. Say it twice. Then sing this out….

This wasn’t something I had scheduled to share. There’s no freebie attached, no tidy bow…just obedience. I knew the Lord was pressing me to speak up, so I did. If these words met you today, then they were for you, too.

With grace,
Jessica