The Devil Didn’t Ruin Your Relationship — You Just Chose Someone Hot Over Someone Holy
Let’s be real — brutally, unapologetically real. The devil didn’t sabotage your relationship. Stop blaming demons for decisions you made wide awake, in full makeup, with butterflies in your stomach and red flags waving like carnival banners. You didn’t “fall into sin.” You dove headfirst into it — and called it destiny. No spiritual warfare needed. Just a thirst trap and poor judgment.
You weren’t under attack. You were under the spell of abs and his thick wallet.
We’ve got this dangerous habit of assigning spiritual blame to things that were simply the result of carnal choices. The truth? You picked a vibe over values. You picked fireworks over faith. You picked someone who could make your heart race — but not your spirit rise. You prayed for a God-fearing partner, but when a walking temptation showed up smelling like Dior and talking smooth, your discernment packed its bags and left the chat.
Let’s go deeper. Sometimes it wasn’t even the devil who sent them — it was your own flesh swiping right. And then when things crash and burn, we start praying prayers that sound more like damage control than repentance. “God, why did You allow this?” Sis, God showed you. He whispered, He nudged, He made them post that suspicious Insta story. But holiness didn’t make you tingle the way hotness did, so you called God’s warning "judgmental energy" and kept it moving.
Here’s a hard truth: Many of us are unequally yoked by choice. And we don’t like the results, so we slap “spiritual warfare” on it to avoid accountability. You thought they’d change. You thought you could pray them into purpose. You thought their cute Bible verse tattoo meant they loved Jesus — but even the devil quoted scripture in the wilderness. Being spiritual isn’t about knowing verses; it’s about living them.
Listen, being holy doesn’t mean boring. A holy man can be fine, funny, confident, and called. But let’s not pretend like you were even looking for that. You didn’t want godly — you wanted godlike attention. You didn’t want spiritual growth — you wanted emotional fireworks. You chased someone who made your soul sigh in lust, not someone who would lead you in love.
And now you’re crying on the bathroom floor with mascara baptizing your cheeks, saying “I should’ve listened.” Yes, you should’ve. Not to the haters — but to the Holy Spirit. God isn’t out here handing out chaos. We choose it when we ignore character and chase chemistry.
Let this be a wake-up call, not a guilt trip. You’re not ruined, just refined. God can restore your discernment, but He won’t override your free will. Next time, when someone holy shows up and they’re not your “type,” remember: your type broke your heart. Maybe it’s time to upgrade to God’s standard, not your trauma’s craving.
So no, the devil didn’t ruin your relationship. You did — when you let your flesh pick what your faith was supposed to. But here’s the good news: Grace is loud. Mercy is bigger than your mistakes. And Jesus is still in the business of healing hearts that were shattered by their own hands.
Next time, choose the holy one. The hot fades. But holiness? That’s eternal. That’s peace. That’s the real glow up.
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