Identity War

The enemy has always been after identity.

Not just your habits.

Not just your behavior.

But your deep-down, core-of-who-you-are identity.

Because if he can confuse who you are, he can control how you live.

It started in the Garden. “Did God really say…?” It wasn’t just a question about fruit—it was a seed of doubt in Eve’s mind about who she was and who God was.

And it didn’t stop there.

When Jesus was in the wilderness, the devil said, “If you are the Son of God…” Even He wasn’t immune to the enemy’s favorite tactic: Identity warfare.

Because nothing shuts down purpose faster than making you question if you really have one.

And nothing silences a woman more effectively than making her doubt whether she should be speaking at all.

These days, the war on identity has gotten louder.

We’ve got little girls being taught to be sexy before they’re even made it to kindergarten. Told their value is in their bodies. That their confidence comes from being desirable, not deeply known.

We’ve got grown women being pulled in every direction: Be soft, but strong.

Be independent, but not too ambitious. Be confident, but not intimidating. Be Christian, but not “religious.” Be enough—but not too much.

And now?

Now we’re even being told that the bodies we were born into—the ones God Himself handcrafted with precision—are just a suggestion. That your gender, your identity, your wiring… it’s all fluid. Optional. Up for debate.

Like God makes mistakes.

Like truth is something you get to vote on.

And while we’re trying to figure all that out,

the enemy is whispering another lie:

That your race is more important than your image-bearing. That we’re all separated by category, by color, by culture—

instead of united by the fact that we were all made in the image of the same God.

He wants us so focused on what race we identify as, that we forget we all belong to the human race. That we all have the same enemy. That we all need the same Savior.

And do not even get me started on political identity.

It’s not just cultural confusion.

It’s a spiritual war dressed up as freedom.

Because if you never discover who you are in Christ, you’ll spend your whole life trying to prove your worth to the world.

But here’s what the enemy hopes you never figure out:

You were made in the image of God.

Before you were ever broken, you were chosen.

Before you were ever confused, you were called.

And that means you don’t have to shapeshift for culture. You don’t have to keep quiet to be accepted. You don’t have to trade clarity for applause.

You just have to remember who you are.

Because once a woman knows who she is in Christ—it’s over for the enemy.