As happened to me this past week, sometimes the Adversary gathers his very best minions and they all converge at once. Snarling and shrieking, the hounds of Hell pull on their leather jackets, tie their crossbone skull caps and come tearing through your garden party on Harleys, crashing in the swimming pool of your soul.
They're the zit on your wedding day.
The troll fingers in your birthday cake.
The knife in your back...and through your heart.
That's what Satan does...it's how he rolls...and the sooner you recognize his whisperings, the quicker you can spray the can of Raid and scrape the stinger off your bum.
The Beelzebug killer comes in a variety of forms. It can be friends who pick you up for custard and conversation. It can be parents who give you strength through wisdom and words. It can be a mown lawn, an incredulous and supportive response~from sisters, friends and neighbors. And it can be a knight in Sterling armor who pulls the knife out and stands watch over your spirit, ready to fight your battle should you feel too weak.
I have about 18 cans of LOVE in my pantry now. All equally effective on their own, but used in Synergy? Wow. The scream of RAAAAAAIIIIIIIDDDDD!!!! can still be heard echoing from the depths below. Little devil-bug legs sticking straight up, and forked tongues hanging out of reptilian mouths.
And just like Huey Lewis and the News sings, now THAT'S the POWER of LOVE.