Eve always invites the snake into the Garden of Eden. Always. She cannot help herself. The garden could be flawless, filled with love, order, peace, and purpose, and she will still go looking for something to ruin it. Not because she is evil by nature, but because stillness unsettles her. She craves a disruption. She searches for it. She needs it to feel alive. The serpent does not need to sneak in. She brings it through the gates herself. She may call it a friend, a book, a conversation, a mentor, or a healer, but the outcome is the same. The serpent has arrived.
A man gives her the Garden of Eden. A home. Protection. Order. Direction. And she calls it too safe. Too structured. Too predictable. She convinces herself it is a cage, not a gift. So she seeks the one voice that will tell her what she wants to hear. The voice that will scratch the itch of dissatisfaction. The voice that feeds her ego and tells her she is right to feel restless. She listens. She repeats the words in her mind. And just like that, the snake is in the garden.
She speaks with another woman who is bitter and broken. That woman calls herself wise. Eve listens. She reads something that tells her she deserves more. That her man does not understand her. That she is losing herself. She lets those words take root in her heart. She shares her soul with someone who does not honor it, and calls it healing. She exposes her husband’s weaknesses to someone who does not care about him, and calls it honesty. She plants doubt where there should be trust, resentment where there should be gratitude, suspicion where there should be peace.
She does not just fall. She walks toward the fall with open arms. She craves the fall. And when paradise crumbles around her, she says she was unhappy. She says it was necessary. She says she had to grow. But growth did not build the Garden. Loyalty did. Obedience did. Order did. The serpent never builds. It only whispers. It only tempts. It only offers the illusion of freedom while pulling the roots out from everything sacred.
Look through history. How many homes were destroyed because she let another voice drown out the man who protected her? How many families lost their foundation because she chased a feeling instead of honoring a promise? How many men were left broken in the dust because the woman they gave everything to believed a lie whispered in her ear? The serpent never speaks loud. It never needs to. Eve listens carefully. She always has.
You cannot prove this wrong. The Garden of Eden is never taken by force. It is surrendered by choice. And Eve is always the one who opens the door.
