There have been times in my life when I could swear I'm in hell on earth. In those dark days and desperate hours when it feels like my heart is on fire and the very wrath of hell is poured out against me, I cling white-knuckled to a promise and a person who bled that I might bleed with Him, cried out that I might cry out with Him and collapsed so that, if I collapse, I may collapse in Him.
I am a mess. I am beaten. I am broken. I am often lost but I am His. No one, not even the foulest demon sent by Satan himself can change that. The devil is the accuser and the liar and the destroyer.
One thing he isn't is the victor. When the devil and his demons remind you of your past, remind them of their future.
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