It was one of those days where I needed every minute to go as planned. So, of course, the dog escaped from the yard and went missing. Two frantic hours later, she was safely behind the fence. I, on the other hand, was nursing a wrenched shoulder and a broken phone screen from the fall I took while trying to track her down.
In my head, I replayed the kind words of a woman who had emailed me earlier that week: “How can I pray for you? I’m sure someone like you is a target of the Enemy on a regular basis.”
Someone like me. I admit that as I lay on the sidewalk, clutching my smashed phone and staring up at the tree branches, the phrase “not today, Satan” had drifted through my mind. Was this an attack of the Enemy?
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