Let’s flip the script.
Because what if the real issue isn’t what you think it is?
What if that haunting phrase—“I don’t know what’s wrong with me”—
isn’t the opening line of your shame story,
but the alarm bell of a spiritual awakening?
What if the very thing you think disqualifies you
is actually proof that something deeper is stirring—
not failure, but friction between who you were and who you’re becoming?
What if the struggle isn’t a sign you’re distant from God,
but evidence He’s too close for the enemy’s comfort?
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Let’s Get Uncomfortably Honest
Yes—you knew better.
You prayed, you fasted, you vowed you’d never do it again.
And yet… you did.
So now comes the voice:
“Something’s wrong with you.”
“You’re defective.”
“You’re perverted.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“You’re too far gone.”
But here’s the twist:
That voice isn’t conviction—it’s condemnation.
And condemnation never comes from the Father.
Conviction says, “Come closer—I can heal that.”
Condemnation says, “Stay away—you’re too dirty.”
And lust thrives in that isolation.
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The Real Root Isn’t What You Think
You thought it was just about sex.
Or desire.
Or attraction.
But lust is much bigger.
Lust is a spirit, and it’s strategic.
It doesn’t just want your body—it wants your identity.
It whispers, “God is withholding from you.”
Just like the garden.
“Did God really say…?” (Genesis 3:1)
It wants you to see boundaries as punishments instead of protection.
Lust doesn’t start with the act—it starts with a lie:
“You’re alone.”
“You’re too much.”
“You’re not enough.”
“You’re broken beyond repair.”
And once it twists how you see yourself,
it can hijack how you treat yourself.
Because if you believe you’re trash,
you’ll stop trying to stay clean.
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Here’s the Unorthodox Truth:
Lust fears you.
Not your flesh.
Not your mistakes.
You.
Because it knows that if you ever wake up and realize
you’re not a slave to it…
you’re dangerous.
It’s not scared of your sin—
it’s scared of your surrender.
It’s not afraid of your past—
it’s afraid of what happens when grace catches up to you.
It’s terrified of your eyes opening to the truth:
God hasn’t left. And He never will.
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When You Pursue Purity, Hell Panics
Ever wonder why your worst temptation showed up
right after you decided to get serious about God?
You didn’t become weaker—
you became a threat.
That wasn’t failure knocking on your door.
That was war.
Because purity isn’t just abstaining—
it’s regaining.
It’s regaining territory that hell thought it owned.
It’s reclaiming identity, authority, clarity.
And the moment you said “yes” to God,
you said “no” to every demonic assignment
that’s been trying to tether you to shame.
Of course it got louder.
Of course your cravings exploded.
That’s not failure.
That’s friction—between the old you and the emerging you.
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I Hear the Spirit of the Lord Say:
“Stop saying, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’
You’re not malfunctioning—you’re awakening.
You’re not cursed—you’re called.
You’re not defective—you’re divine design.
And you are not the sin you struggle with—
you are the soul I died to redeem.
I am not surprised by your addiction.
I’m not repelled by your appetite.
I knew the war you’d fight—and I still chose you.
Lust may scream, but My love roars louder.
Shame may cling, but My blood cleanses deeper.
This is the hour for My sons and daughters
to rise—not in perfection,
but in permission to be healed.”
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Declarations of Deliverance and Identity
• I declare, according to Romans 8:1, that I am not condemned. I am in Christ Jesus. I no longer walk according to the flesh, but by the Spirit—and the law of the Spirit of life has set me free from the law of sin and death.
• I declare, according to Galatians 5:1, that Christ has set me free, and I will not submit again to a yoke of slavery. I am not owned by lust, addiction, or shame. I am tethered to truth and upheld by grace.
• I declare, according to 1 John 4:4, that greater is He who is within me than he who is in the world. The One who lives inside me is stronger than any spirit that has tried to silence me, stain me, or stop me. I have overcome.
• I declare, according to 2 Corinthians 5:17, that I am a new creation in Christ. The old things have passed away—every failure, every mistake, every soul tie, every cycle. Behold, the new has come and I walk in it boldly.
• I declare, according to Isaiah 61:3, that I receive a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. I am planted in righteousness for the display of His glory.
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A Prayer of Cleansing, Reclamation, and Fire
Father,
I come not pretending to be whole but surrendering what is still cracked.
I lay before You the cycles, the cravings, the shame, and the silence.
I do not hide from You—I run to You.
Because only You can deal with the spirit of lust, the root of rejection, and the lies that have shaped how I see myself.
Purge my thoughts, sanctify my imagination, and restore my vision.
Let every image, imprint, and soul tie that lust has written into my story be consumed by Holy Spirit fire.
Let the blood of Yeshua cover every room in my mind.
Let Your presence flood every chamber of my heart.
Let the roar of Your love silence the whisper of condemnation.
I renounce every false identity and reclaim my name as Beloved.
No longer will I accept what You never authored.
I am not broken beyond repair—I am beloved beyond comprehension.
Raise me in resurrection power.
Let the cracks become carriers of Your glory.
Let my testimony pierce the darkness I once danced with.
And let the freedom You’ve secured for me manifest in every word I speak, every step I take, and every room I enter.
Because I don’t just want to be free—I want to set others free.
In the holy, powerful, chain-breaking name of Jesus,
Amen.
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Final Thought
Hell banked on your silence.
It counted on your shame.
It wagered everything on your agreement with defeat.
But I hear the Spirit of the Lord roaring from the fire of your deliverance:
“The crack the enemy tried to bury you in is the channel through which My glory will now flow.”
You are not what you did.
You are not what happened to you.
You are what He declared over you before the foundations of the world.
The next time that spirit of lust tries to remind you of your past,
remind it of its future—because its grip is broken and your mouth is opening.
You were not just saved from something—you were saved for something.
You’re not just a survivor—you’re a supernatural weapon in the hands of the living God.
You’re rising.
Cracked, yes.
But covered.
Bleeding, maybe.
But burning.
And when cracked vessels carry fire—hell trembles.
Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.
Let the warriors arise from the ashes.
And let the sons and daughters of God move like thunder across the battlefield—
not because they are perfect,
but because they are proof that grace wins.
