Faith Over Chaos

I am Eve.

Not the Instagram-filtered version, not the sanitized Sunday‑school silhouette — the real one.

The woman who has stood in a garden overflowing with goodness and still thought, “Hmm… but what about that one thing over there?”

When the woman saw that the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it.” Genesis 3:6 NIV

I have reached up for more — not because I was starving, not because God failed me, but because something in me whispered, “You deserve a little extra, don’t you?”

And instead of seeking truth, guidance, or even a sliver of grace to walk me through the moment, I lunged.

I wanted more. More than I had already been blessed with. More than I could carry. More than I was ready for. And the wild part? I could see the beauty all around me. I wasn’t blind. I wasn’t deprived. I wasn’t unloved. I could feel the light warming my skin, the love humming in the air, the grace practically dripping from the trees.

But still — I wanted more.

I’ve had conversations with voices I had no business entertaining. Voices that sounded reasonable, logical, even empowering… but somehow never aligned with truth. Voices that said, “Oh come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” Voices that made rebellion sound like self‑care and disobedience sound like independence.

I’ve had thoughts that didn’t match the truth I know deep in my bones. Thoughts that slithered in quietly, dressed up like wisdom, but carried the faintest scent of destruction. Thoughts that made me question what I already knew God had said.

And honestly — how can I not try it, do it, grab it? That’s the part no one likes to admit. The part where desire and curiosity and impatience all braid together into one impulsive reach. The part where I convince myself that this time I can handle it, this time I know better, this time I won’t fall.

I am Eve.

Not because I’m doomed, but because I’m human. Because I’ve tasted grace and still wandered. Because I’ve been surrounded by abundance and still chased the forbidden. Because I’ve listened to the wrong voices, entertained the wrong thoughts, and reached for the wrong fruit — all while standing in the middle of a garden God planted for me.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way…” Isaiah 53:6 NIV

And yet…

Even here, even now, even with juice from the wrong tree still on my hands, He calls my name. Not to shame me, but to find me. Not to expose me, but to restore me.

And this is the miracle in all of it: He doesn’t leave me in my hiding place. He meets me in my mess, covers what I can’t fix, and calls me His own.

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8 NIV

I am Eve — but I am also forgiven. I am restored. I am beloved. And that changes everything.

Helping you find peace in the garden again— beneath the branches you once reached past.

If you’ve ever felt a little like Eve — standing in a garden full of goodness yet still reaching for the one thing just out of bounds — pause here for a moment.

1. Where have I forgotten that I am already deeply loved, and how might God be inviting me to remember?

I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. Jeremiah 31:3 NIV

2. What voices have I listened to that pulled me away from truth?

His sheep follow him because they know his voice… they will never follow a stranger. John 10:4–5 NIV

3. What part of my story needs to hear Him whisper, “I’m still here, and I’m not leaving”?

The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:8 NIV

4. What thoughts have I entertained that didn’t match what God has spoken?

We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. 2 Corinthians 10:5 NIV

5. Where can I rest today in the truth that I am fully known and still fully loved?

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. Isaiah 43:1 NIV