Satan didn’t come with murder in his hands or a scandalous sin on his lips.
He came with a whisper, asking, “Did God really say?”
He didn’t need violence to break Eden’s peace, just a question that unraveled certainty.
He took the periods God had placed and turned them into question marks.
Doubt was his weapon.
He cast shadows over God’s goodness,
Made them second-guess the One they’d walked beside in the cool of the evening.
His tactics haven’t changed.
He still plants seeds of uncertainty, still laces his lies with questions that shake your soul.
He wants you to doubt the very One you’ve trusted, the One who has walked with you in your darkest hours.
Is He really good?
But listen—not to the questions,
But to the voice that spoke light into darkness,
The voice that commands stillness in the storm.
He doesn’t deal in doubt.
He doesn’t speak in question marks.
God is faithful. He has always been.
He will be again.
This is truth.
No questions marks.
Only facts🤍
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