The word “authentic” is a popular word in our culture of late. People are looking for authenticity in the midst of a world of hype and illusion, tired of copies rather than originals. I know I am. I’m tired of the reprints I’ve gazed on and embraced (both rebel and religious) that define life and style after a man-made, self-made pattern—copies I see in the media, in society, and even in church that falsely promise an increase in personal merit based on performance or someone’s validation. Such reproductions only serve to cloak who I really am as Abba’s child: a daughter of light, a woman of worth, of divine purpose and quantum wealth.
Whether we like it or not, or even want to believe it or not, spiritual warfare is a real thing we encounter in life on earth. God is real. The devil is real. But victory over our spiritual enemy is also a reality that we can experience.