Fed up, I’m about to rewrite my messages from God, for the third time. It’s been a long time since this has happened, but, as I tell this story, Satan is adamant on destroying my message. So, now, is all the more reason I need to write this story.
As Father’s Day approached, I was faced with an altercation leaving me little choice than to be led by my faith. God being first, I begged, borrowed, and stole to commit to my own convictions. Taking the gamble, which about broke me, I knew it was my duty to protect the love I so dearly care for today. Seeing Satan at every corner, God of course, was my only choice. Combating fire with fire the match was lit …..
Sometimes, I wonder why God challenges me to a task far beyond my qualifications. Knowing my limitations, and perplexed with situations, I rise to the challenge as faith leads me. Dealing with the devil reminds me, though, of dancing in the desert in a thunderstorm. Anticipating his next move, consequently, is a series of tactics that’s very unpredictable. Almost like a counterterrorist, we plot as the story thickens.
Regardless, I pray, God is near me. Father-time has not been on my side, but, Father’s Day eve, my prayers were answered. The good Lord offered me a hand and spared me the time to correct the evil that had gone on for the last two years. Determined to seek out and eliminate the lies, the truth is under suspicion. Where there is God, there is no doubt; so I stay ever prevalent to his Holy name.
My love for you, and committed to the loyalty of foregone wishes, I stand with you and hold your hand. May no man hinder a mother’s Will. God passes judgement upon hypocrites with too much power. Like a nation under siege, I will watch you, enemy, falter. You cannot serve two Gods at the same time!