I've battled depression and shame my entire adult life. There's a voice that constantly tells me I'm not enough, that I've failed, that I should give up. I'd describe it as the voice of an accuser.
John's image of the accuser being cast down from heaven - that Satan loses access to God's court - it felt like permission to stop believing the accusations.
I started telling the voice: you don't have standing here anymore. You've been cast down. Your accusations don't get a hearing.
I'm not magically happy. But I'm less crushed by shame. The accuser is real, but it doesn't have access to me anymore. I have better sources of truth about who I am.
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