“The devil tempts all other men, but idle men tempt the devil”
I was attacked today by that pesky little Devil, or one of his demons. Man, he makes me so angry. I guess that is what he sets out to do everyday, his purpose, his desire. I’m sure he does everything in his power to get into my head, my heart, and my soul.
Most everyday I can see him, sense him, hiding here or there. I can feel him walking right behind me, waiting for my guard to be let down even the slightest. When I do let it down, even just a little, He will jump at the opportunity to attack.
Some days, though, I can get my guard up fast enough block. I can punch him back into submission. Fling him off of my back. Or just plain push him away and no harm is done. Just a reminder “Scott, he is right there, keep your guard up.”
This scenario seems to happen more often than not. When it does happen, man, I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!! Coming down is not an option. Me and my God will beat you at anything. I mean, I’m sure you have beat the devil back and know how good that feels.
But alas, I fear that pushing him away only seems to make him stronger. Gives him more desire. In which case we too must build up our defenses. Today I must have been at one of my weakest, left a hole in the wall. I know what I’ve done. I tried to do something on my own instead of relying on God to take me where I should go. That will never, ever, work. Here’s why…
My guard was too far down today, I suppose. Suddenly I felt him, the demon, on my back. Reaching around, claws first, to tear at my heart. To break down more of the wall between me and God. I felt His hot breath on my neck. His putrid smell filling my nostrils. Grasping me, punching me from the inside. Trying to get at my soul and make me one of his own. He’s in my blood, my mind. I tried to fight him off, I did, but it must have been to late. I tried to push him away, but he was a bit more stubborn than I. My strength to fight was gone. Before I knew it he had me by the heart. Pushing me to anger. Forcing me to act upon things I should not act. These same things that I have been able to guard against in the past. He preyed upon my weaknesses.
I CRIED OUT TO GOD!!! who quickly reached down and took my hand. He pulled me to the safety of his arms. Helped me out once again.
“Well,” I said, “I guess I did it again God. I’m sorry that I thought I was strong enough to do this without you. Thank you so much for being there when I needed you.”
I could almost hear him say, “It’s ok. Your just a child. Chin up. You’ll learn. Just remember to ask ahead of time.”
Oh, the demon I fought? Anger.