It’s the same old script playing over and over in my head, like the ticker scrolling across the nightly news reel. At least now, I’ve learned to recognize it, and I know where it originates.  But I long for the day when the all-too-familiar pain that accompanies the lie dissipates as quickly as it enters my heart. The memory erupted last week, spilling over all ugly and oozing the evidence of a soul infection I thought no longer existed. The kind that spits out so fast, you have to catch your breath and take a minute to process “why this, and why now?” You see, for the past 6 months, I’ve been in the fight of my life.   A spiritual fight to silence the lies once and for all. Have you ever been in this place, where life bears down so heavy that you can't hear the truth for Continue Reading