Refusing to Let the Enemy Write My Story

• By candidasullivan
• December 2, 2025
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I used to walk around looking for the stares and listening for the whispers. It happened every single day. I would hear things like, “Bless her heart, did you see her hands? Poor thing. You don’t let your disability stop you, do you? Your hands scare me.” Just as hurtful as the words were the looks—looks of pity, disgust, or fear. I’ve had my change dropped more times than I can count.

For years, it hurt me. I thought I needed to prove my self-worth and fight for equality. I believed it was my job to change other people’s thoughts and beliefs. So I put all of my energy into promoting things I disliked. When we talk about something we despise, we focus on it and magnify it in our lives. That’s how the enemy keeps the hate going—he keeps us looping in the very pain God wants to heal us from.

Since I couldn’t be ordinary, I decided I would put all of my energy into becoming an extraordinary person. I would become the kindest person I could be. The day I decided to treat others the way I wanted to be treated changed my life. It felt like a quiet shift inside me, as if God whispered, “This is who you were meant to be.”

Underneath these scars, I know who I am. I don’t need anyone else’s acceptance to be who God created me to be. I am who I am by the grace of God. If I notice someone staring or whispering about me, I just smile. In that moment, I have their attention. I can give them a glimpse of my God or a glimpse of my enemy. It’s my choice. But I can’t do both. One response shows them love; the other shows them pain. And I want my life to be a reflection of Him.

We didn’t get to choose our bodies, but we can choose our attitude. I want my attitude and personality to be beautiful and a reflection of what’s inside of me—my precious Lord. I want my reactions to reveal God’s presence, not my old wounds.