God tests us so that we better understand ourselves and our own hearts. The more He tests me, it seems that I'm getting weaker and that I must surely give up soon. But no, no.
I have NOT given up yet. I'm still here. I still have a grain of hope that I cling to. And that PISSES the devil off.
I am a threat. My heart is still soft and not hardened. I still hear God's voice and I still muster up enough energy to pray, especially for others. I still give of myself in service to the forgotten and sick. I am in pain. I mourn. I keep taking hits, and I KEEP GETTING BACK UP.
I haven't been looking at it properly. I am dangerous to Satan. He wants so badly for me to take my own life because I have kept my promise to God. I still have faith. And I still have a story to tell. If I rise again after being knocked down another time, it surely makes the evil one shiver. There's no possible way someone can endure for so long and not have given in. But I will rise again. I will tell my story. I see that I'm stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. I believed the lies far too long. God surely is closest to the brokenhearted.
I am dangerous.
