I get really sick of you, you know. I really don’t need your help to remind me of all the things I shoulda/woulda/coulda done. Nor do I need you to point out the ways I’ve disobeyed God. Sometimes you go so far to plant these lies in my head that sound so believable that I begin to believe them. You are nothing more than a liar and thief and I want you outta my head. Take your eviction notice and beat it – this brain belongs to the author of Truth.
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LOVE!
A.m.e.n.!!!!!!!!!!!!
And on your way out, satan, take your wreckin' crew with ya. God needs the space for bigger things.
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