Truth and lies are sometimes hard to tell apart. What does that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach mean? Is it the truth? Or, is it caused by lies, in disguise of the truth? I cannot tell the difference right now. There is a huge boulder in my path and I don’t know if it is real, or if it is a lie, all I know is that it is too heavy to shift on my own. I do know that it is eating away at me, and wearing me down as I try to discern where it has come from. Is it a warning, an instinct? Or, was it planted by the enemy, as a means of sabotaging my journey? I know only one person has the answers to my questions… I am just not sure I should ask. What if I am wrong? My mind is a battleground, and I am not sure who to fight for. I don’t know which voice to silence, and I don’t know who I can trust. If these feelings and thoughts are true, I am the fool. If they are untrue, I am also the fool. I am holding the white flag… I surrender. Lord Jesus, give me peace, teach me how to recognise your voice above all the noise.