Dear Satan,

Sitting here in the middle of the night; I can’t sleep when I want to, and sometimes, I can’t stay awake (without coffee) when I need to. But I’m still here. You started early in my life trying to take it away; when I was five, I was run over by a pick up truck. I could have died, but I’m still here. You tried to steal my joy and fit me into a mold when I was 9, and I was thriving. You sent the bullies to tear me down and break my heart. You wanted me to stop believing that I could do great things in the world. But I’m still here. When I thought all I needed were academic success and all A’s to reach my goals, you sent perfection seeking thoughts to my freshman dorm room at UCA. I was so consumed with my idea that all I needed was a great career which started with perfect grades. I lost so much weight and isolated myself so much. I had to lean and depend on God, family, friends, therapy, Zoloft 🙂 to put me back together again. But I’m still here. When I had to pick between my mom and being there for her and my education; when I had to put studies on hold to help the woman who means the world to me, you tried to steal my aspirations and the goals of being a counselor that God put in me. But I’m still here.

I could go on and on. The truth, it’s like one of my best friends and mentors reminded me last week: No weapon formed against me will prosper. No weapon formed against me has prospered, Satan. And with God on my side, it won’t ever prosper. So keep trying to steal, kill and to destroy; I don’t care because Jesus came that I may have life and have it to the full.