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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2181886
Inspired by Matthew 4 and Luke 4
When Fast Sunday meetings ended
after what felt like 40 days,
I arrived home from church
super hungry.
The devil said:
         It’s not dinner yet,
         but it’s well past lunch.
         You could eat.
I am feeling headachy, I thought.
I compromised and had a Diet Coke.

Then I was carried away by the Spirit
to nap.
As I dreamt,
the devil crept in, whispered:
         You could have whatever you want—
         smooth skin, flat abs, elegant clothes.
         You deserve it. Go find yourself.
Maybe, I thought groggily.
Didn’t the prophet say I should lose myself?

Nap disturbed and head pounding,
the devil laid into me full bore:
         You are clueless. Lost.
         Always pleading for direction,
         always seeing through a glass darkly.
         You could ask forever—see if He cares.
I laid still for a while crying quietly, thinking,

I sat up and wiped my eyes.
I am a daughter of Heavenly Father
who loves me and I love Him.
So go away, Satan!

I blew my nose.

And the devil departed
for a season.

Inspired by the Come, Follow Me readings for February 4-10
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