Do you ever have those weeks where Satan comes by and just sucks all of the hope out of you? And then all you’re left with is a sack of discouragement and you don’t have a clue what to do with it?
If you’re a regular reader, you know if I’m writing about it, it’s because that’s how my week went.
Picture it: It’s the start of a new week. You’re hopeful things are going to be okay, even though you’ve got a few things on your schedule you’re nervous about. But, then Monday gets in full swing and it’s a Monday, for sure. Tuesday comes around and you know your patience is going to be tested. And right around mid-week when you run out of patience, Satan delivers a box of discouragement right to your doorstep.
Surprise! That box of discouragement has your name on it, signed from Satan himself.