The day the bully lost his power

Many years ago, I felt like I heard more from the bully than I did from God.

It was like there was a thick piece of plexiglass between us. I could see Him, but I couldn’t hear Him. I could see Him at work in nature or in other people’s lives, but when I talked to Him—silence. And the longer the silence lasted, the more convinced I became that God was fed up with me. That He was done with all my failures and sins.

So I listened to the only voice that was loud in my life—the bully. The one who straps shame to your back. The one who whispers:
“You’ll never be enough for God.”
“You’ll never stop this behavior.”
“You’re not going to make it.”

For years, that was all I heard.

Then one day, in the middle of all those accusations, I stopped fighting. I said, “You’re right. I am all of those things.”

And in that moment—the bully lost his power.

The truth is, I wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for Jesus. I don’t have to be enough because He is enough. I don’t have to carry the weight of shame because He already carried it.

I stopped straining to hear God’s voice and started simply enjoying Him—right here, right now. I realized I was so focused on “needing to hear” that I was missing what He already had for me.

The bully is a liar. You are not defined by his accusations. You are defined by Christ. And in Him—you are free.

-Noah