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It’s Not The Devil, It’s Probably You

Trials and tribulations happen to the best of us. But if I can keep it real, most of the time, many of us end up in messes of our own making. Which is why one of the things I find irritating, frustrating, and sometimes comical, is how some Christians (and occasionally non-Christians) retreat to the excuse that the “enemy” is attacking them or that it’s the enemy’s fault that they’re going through what they’re going through. But before you blame the enemy for your issues, let’s take some inventory of your choices, shall we? I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve made plenty of dumb decisions. I mean, really dumb. Stupid dumb. So dumb, that at the time I was convinced I was making sound decisions only because I convinced myself I was, even when there was so much evidence practically screaming, “What in the world is wrong with you, stupid?” Now that I’ve shared that, dear readers, please understand, it’s not the enemy’s fault when you do things like overspend or mishandle financial provisions God’s blessed you with, irresponsibly live beyond your means, recklessly handle credit cards, and end up in mounting amounts of debt. It’s also not the enemy’s fault when you date, marry, or have kids with a lousy significant other, who truthfully, in sooooo many ways, likely showed you exactly who they were before you committed to them, but you chose to ignore your instincts and those little red flags all of us are capable of seeing, but instead, choose to overlook because we catch “feelings” for someone or lust for them and call it love, and even worse, fail to check in with God before committing to the person in the first place (because of our egos and because we care more about what everyone else thinks, even when we know deep down to our core the person we chose isn’t right for us) but we rebelliously choose them anyway, and then, we blame the enemy. Because our choices are his fault, right? But I want to lead you to deliverance on this day. I want to help set you free and lovingly let you know, it’s not the devil, it’s probably you. Some of what you’re going through are consequences from decisions you made. Take responsibility for your choices. Stop blaming everyone else. Stop blaming the enemy. And take a long, hard look in the mirror and reevaluate the choices that got you into the messes you’re in or have been in. It won’t be easy. I know. I too have had to look at myself and a number of stupid things I’ve done and intentionally decide to make better choices. Romans 8:28 reads, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” God can still help us recover from our bad choices, but at some point, I believe He allows us to sit in our messes for a season until we finally “get it.” Sometimes, we give the enemy far too much credit. It’s time to grow up.

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