Dear Satan,
Your cover has been blown. I see you. And I desire, no, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ that you would leave me alone.
I refuse to let you make myself a victim to mental illness, the weather, the moods of others or bloating. I refuse to only be tired and stressed out and to speak to my Father only once a day. I refuse to think for a moment that God is not always with me and ready to protect me from your greedy grasp.
I hate you. But you know what makes me hate you so much? That you bring my family and friends into the equation. That you would be so low as to take credit for the creationally normative life cycle of my Grandfather, the dying of my friend's Father, another friend's Grandmother, the state of my mother, the death of a a friend's cousin, the death of church members back home.... stay the hell (yeah hell, you know where you belong - forever separated from God) away from my friends, my family and well, all of creation.
You are nothing. I choose not to submit to your dominion.
All I can say is that I cannot wait till you are humbled once and for all!
In His name and His service,
Laura Elizabeth Stewart
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