I Finished Don’t Give the Enemy a Seat at Your Table And It Couldn’t Have Come at a Better Time

I didn’t expect to finish Louie Giglio’s Don’t Give the Enemy a Seat at Your Table in one sitting, but I did. And wow, it hit hard.

I found myself nodding through so many parts of the book. It was like someone had pulled the thoughts straight out of my mind and put them on paper, then offered a gentle but firm reminder: those thoughts don’t come from God.

One of my biggest weaknesses has always been my own mind. I overthink. I spiral. I dwell on things that haven’t even happened yet. And recently, I’ve been struggling with doubt, doubting God, doubting His timing, doubting His plans for me. I don’t have everything figured out. In fact, most days I feel like I understand very little. But reading the book helped me pause, breathe, and think differently.

What struck me most is how easily we can let the enemy set up camp in our thoughts. Not just visit, but sit, stay, and dictate the way we think and act. The truth is, the Devil isn’t always shouting. Sometimes he whispers, and those whispers sound a lot like our own insecurities.

Ironically, just after I finished the book, I found myself in a situation where I had to apply what I learned.

I was recently given the chance to do a paid trial for a job. It’s a great opportunity, though I admit it’s outside my comfort zone and not exactly in my area of expertise. But I wanted to try. I wanted to learn. What I didn’t expect was the sudden wave of self-doubt that came crashing in after I accidentally saw some pre-results of our trial work. I realized someone else was doing the trial too, and my mind immediately started spinning: What if I’m not good enough? What if they’re better? What if I fail?

But then I caught myself.

That’s not God speaking. That’s the enemy trying to pull up a chair at my table.

It took a lot of effort, but I tried to push those thoughts away. I reminded myself that this trial isn’t over yet. There’s still time. And while I can’t control everything, I can control how I think, how I respond, and how much I allow fear to steer the wheel.

Do I have perfect faith? No. I still find myself doubting. But this experience reminded me that even when my trust in God feels shaky, I can still choose to bring my worries to Him. There are things I simply can’t control and that’s where prayer comes in.

For now, I’m choosing to show up with a better mindset. I’m choosing to believe that whatever happens, God sees the bigger picture. And I’m choosing not to let the enemy sit at my table anymore.