Do you ever have those days where you feel you can’t turn off the voices? When you ask yourself, “Why is the enemy’s voice so much louder than the voice of peace or truth?”

For whatever reason, on many days,  it seems my ears have been wired to receive condemnation or criticism way easier than grace or goodness.

And there comes a point where you feel so congested in your head that all you want to do is scream.

I was feeling this way the other day, and so that’s what I did. I screamed.

I was listening to a podcast by Jonathan Helser, the writer of a song called “No Longer Slaves.” He was talking about the writing process of the song, and while giving his lecture, he asked every audience member to shout the following words at the top of their lungs:

“FEAR, YOU ARE NOT MY LEADER!”

I was listening to the podcast while cleaning out my bathroom and as I was sitting there, I felt that the Lord wanted me to not only be a listener of the audio but a participator.

So here I was, knees deep in a tub with a Mr. Clean bottle in one hand and the other raised up to heaven, screaming at the top of my lungs, “FEAR. YOU ARE NOT MY LEADER.”

And then I laughed…I felt so silly, but I also felt joy. Because I felt joy, I felt strong. I guess writers of scripture were on to something when they said the joy of the Lord is our strength.

I wish I could say this was the last time this month I found myself screaming at the enemy, but it’s a constant battle.

Last week, I was driving in the car, looked over at my boyfriend and told him I felt like I wanted to scream, and he said, “I think you should then.”

So we proceeded to blast “Army of One” by Coldplay, and every time the intro of the song concluded, we screamed “SHUT UP SATAN” at the top of our lungs.

I did it about three to four more times before I erupted into laughter. The heaviness lifted, and so did the enemy’s authority.

There comes a breaking point where you need to look fear in the face, look at condemnation, look at every lie from the enemy, and cast it out in authority and shout for freedom.

So let me hear it. Let out your battle cry.