When Lust Breaks: How Deliverance Changed My Eyes

Healing from the spirit of lust doesn’t just change your habits—it changes your vision, your spirit, and your standards

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Every Sunday, I like to share something a little more faith-based and personal. Something that speaks from the soul, not just to it.

This week, I’ve been reflecting on lust—not the way the world sees it, but the way it sneaks into our lives quietly. Spiritually. Sometimes under the disguise of loneliness. Sometimes wearing the mask of love.

This isn’t about shame. It’s about healing.

Because when God delivers you from the spirit of lust, your eyes begin to see clearly. Your spirit becomes more discerning. And the things—or people—you once craved start to look different. Strange even. Not because they changed, but because you did.

This one is for anyone who’s healing from false connections. Anyone who’s realising that the ache wasn’t for attention—it was for real love. God’s love.

Here’s what I’ve learned…

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When Lust Breaks: What Healing Really Looks Like

Healing will reach a point where the ones you once longed for lose their flavour—and you find yourself unwilling to feast where there is no nourishment, only decay dressed as desire.

I know. It happened to me.

You stop pining for those connections that once made your stomach flutter and your heart race. You find yourself walking away from conversations that used to keep you up at night. Faces that once felt like home start to feel… unfamiliar. And no, you're not bitter. You're just no longer bound.

“You stop craving what once controlled you—not because it stopped being tempting, but because you’ve been set free.”

That’s what healing from lust does—it changes your eyes.

(I recently received a message from one of my previous desires. A test? Maybe. But my response was surprising. Welcome, but mostly definitely surprising. I’ll share that in my next piece).

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Lust Isn’t Always Loud

You stop confusing lust for love. You begin to notice how often the desire to be seen, held, or touched was never really about sex, but about a deeper ache to be chosen. To be safe. To be loved in a way that wasn't predatory.

Before I was delivered from the spirit of lust, I had an insatiable need to be loved.
Not lusted after—loved.

That’s the irony, really. Lust isn’t always loud or flamboyant. Sometimes it masquerades as neediness, people-pleasing, or the inability to be alone. I didn’t dress for attention. I didn’t seek out rooms where I could perform. In fact, I’m shy by nature. But physical touch has always been my dominant love language, and the need to be physically close to someone—even without intimacy—was overwhelming.

There’s always been an inner innocence about me. A softness. A quiet girl in a world that assumed the outside matched the inside. And the enemy used that contradiction to slip in the spirit of lust.
He didn’t need me to sleep around—he just needed me to crave human connection so deeply that I mistook it for something holy.

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Spiritual Blindness Invites Spiritual Harm

And because of that craving, my spiritual eyes were blind, and my spiritual ears were deaf.

I couldn’t discern the danger in front of me, because all I could feel was need. And into that vulnerability walked narcissists—one after the other. Four in total. Each one taking something sacred, and each one teaching me something I should’ve seen sooner. I let them in. I let them wreak havoc. And for the longest time, I blamed myself for not seeing it. For not knowing better.

Honestly? I felt foolish.

Anyone else looking in would’ve likely said the same. I can almost hear the whispers now:

“I find it hard to believe she’s had four narcissistic partners!”

Well—yes. I did. And I married three of them.

I also found my way to my faith only two short years ago. That’s when everything changed. That’s when healing truly began. Maybe I stayed in those patterns one season longer than God planned for me—but I sat every exam.
And I aced them.

So I’m good with it.
They don’t have to be.

Because now I write about every single thing He tells me to.
And that was the end goal all along.

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The Spirit Behind the Struggle

My belief: behind every affliction, every addiction, every dis-ease of the mind or body, there is a spirit. Demons aren’t just the stuff of horror movies and Hollywood myths. They’re Satan’s chosen ones—assigned to oppress, torment, tempt, and possess.

And the spirit of lust? It’s one of the most deceptive.

Because it doesn’t just aim to ruin your body—it wants to pervert your idea of love.

It seeks to counterfeit God’s design for intimacy.
It tells you that you’re unwanted unless someone desires you sexually.
It whispers that physical connection is the highest form of closeness, when in reality, true connection is spiritual. Emotional. Rooted in safety, trust, and the kind of love that reflects God’s own heart.

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What Healing Looks Like

When God delivered me from that spirit, everything changed.
And it happened practically overnight.

I lost the need to be pursued.
I stopped craving the emotional highs of unhealthy attention.
I finally understood that distance wasn’t rejection—it was protection.

That when certain people fall away, it’s because your spirit no longer agrees with theirs.

“Familiar faces began to lose their comfort—not because I had changed physically, but because I had shifted spiritually.”

This is what healing from lust looks like.

It’s not just a behaviour shift—it’s a spiritual deliverance. And once it happens, you’ll notice:

• You’re not as easily flattered

• You spot manipulation sooner

• You feel unsafe around what used to feel exciting

• You crave purity, peace, and presence over passion

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God Rewires You For Love

So if you're in a season where your circle is thinning, where certain connections feel off, and where what once excited you now feels… heavy—that’s a good sign.

It means the spirit of lust is breaking.
And your spirit is growing.

Protect your healing.

Don’t run back to what God delivered you from.
Lust is a liar, but God is not. Let Him continue to show you what love truly is—because it’s not performance. It’s presence. It’s safety.
And it never leaves you wondering whether you’re worthy.

A reminder:

You’re not lonely—you’re just being rewired.
You’re not unwanted—you’re being preserved.
You’re not missing out—you’re being made whole.

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God’s Plan Was Always Bigger

I often go back to one of my favourite verses, especially when I think of how far He’s brought me:

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”
— Genesis 50:20 (NIV)

What the enemy tried to use to destroy me—God is using to build a ministry.
What was once shame is now testimony.
What was once bondage is now purpose.

And I’ll keep writing everything He tells me to, until the very end.

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A Prayer to Break the Spirit of Lust and Restore Wholeness

Heavenly Father,

I come before You today, not in shame, but in surrender.

I lay down every false connection, every craving that led me away from Your love, and every wound that made me think lust was love. You know the places in my heart that still ache to be held, seen, and chosen. And You are the only One who can fill them rightly.

I renounce the spirit of lust and every door I opened—knowingly or unknowingly—that allowed it into my life. I close those doors now by the authority of Jesus Christ. I command every spirit not of You to leave in Jesus’ name.

Lord, deliver me from the need to be pursued by people who were never sent by You. Teach me the difference between attention and affection. Show me how to crave holiness more than I crave human approval.

Heal the parts of me that longed to be touched when what I really needed was to be loved. Heal the places where trauma hid beneath attraction. Heal me from the inside out.

Rewire my heart, my mind, my eyes, my body—and restore the innocence the enemy tried to steal.

I receive Your love.
I receive Your peace.
I receive my wholeness.

I am no longer available for what destroys me.
I am Yours.
And I am free.

In Jesus’ mighty name,
Amen.

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Healing loudly so others don’t have to suffer quietly…
Elaine Christine xx