Addicted to feelings?

Are you addicted to your feelings and emotions?

Not just acquainted—addicted.

Craving them like a drug.

Letting them lead like they are your ruler.

Because you say “I feel anxious,” so you bow to fear. You say “I feel angry,” and you spit venom,

Justifying the storm because you feel it.

You say “I feel unloved,” so you act unworthy,

Building an identity around wounds

That were never supposed to define you.

You don’t run to the altar anymore—

You run to validation.

You run to pity.

You run to the same cycle

Of wallowing in your pain and calling it “processing” When it’s really worship.

You’ve made a temple out of your trauma.

You’ve let feelings become your facts

And emotions become your theology.

You take the pulse of your peace

From the ever-changing winds of how you feel.

And when God speaks,

If it doesn’t feel right,

You don’t obey.

But feelings aren’t the Holy Ghost.

Emotions aren’t Lord.

And just because something feels real

Doesn’t mean it’s true.

Did Jesus feel like carrying that cross?

Did He feel like forgiving mockers with His last breath?

No.

But He didn’t follow feelings—He followed the Father.

You say “I just don’t feel close to God.”

But closeness isn’t a feeling. It’s a fact purchased in blood.

You say “I don’t feel strong enough.”

But since when did He ever ask you to be?

You say “I feel forgotten.”

But your name is written on the palms of His hands.

You’ve trusted your feelings more than His Word.

You’ve bowed to the storm inside you

Instead of the Savior who sleeps in the boat.

And He’s asking you now:

Will you let Me be louder than your emotions?

Will you stop worshipping your pain

And start worshipping Me in it?

Will you stop chasing what you feel

And follow what I said?

Because feelings are waves—

But truth is a rock.

And if you want to stand

When the wind howls and the grief grows teeth,

You’ll have to stop letting emotions hold the pen

And let faith write the story instead.

He never promised you’d always feel Him.

He promised He’d never leave you.

He never said you’d always feel strong.

He said “My strength is made perfect in your weakness.”

He never said feelings were bad—

He just never said they were in charge.

So rise up, beloved.

Break the addiction.

Deny your flesh the throne.

Let your heart feel—yes—

But let His Spirit lead.

Because feelings make terrible gods.

But they make fine offerings

On the altar of surrender.