Alone, she goes in the door, the high of work over, now the slow down. She is not in a relationship, and she is getting older, the pangs of fear run through her like labor pains, the evening is full of fear when you feel you are alone. She has few distractions, alone with her thoughts, lying in bed alone hours later, the dread she will feel, she tries to put it off. The demons are on her, and she is afraid. They circle her like vultures, the thoughts they feed her, as if they are beasts trying to load her full of fear. Without a good nights sleep she is vulnerable.
The Thought that Faith could put you in the spot light of the demons. She has a routine, the head, get the thought process right, don’t give them space in there, hold on to your faith, and they will saunter on by, seeking another victim, someone who can’t forgive and the guilt he hold. They feed on every fear, and they eat souls, they have an appetite for all that is bad, and very few can resist them, how long can she hold out she wonders. The angels hear her appeal, the helpers are on her case, the troubles she has to encounter, are about to be relieved and sent to the eternal abyss for good.
Solomon smiled, the affirmations were coming with the beat of a clock, and it was simply amazing, the demons were in tatters, seeking refuge, where they wouldn’t be found, Solomon sighed, we’ll get to them when we are ready, if they don’t start to love so fast, they will have eternal misery instead. It was case of writing the prescription, no complaints, the word goes up, and they find out that Spirit is real. It was getting stronger, even the so called disasters posted great change, not the doom so many feared. Did God let those down who truly believed, never, amen.