His mighty claws dig deep into my arm, dragging me downwards nearly dislocating my shoulder. I strain and force my weight up away from him, but he’s too strong. Blood trickles down my arm. His words ooze into my brain; dark clouds fill my thoughts. I make another panicked but futile attempt to loosen his grip on me, then I go deathly still. His claws digging into me have become my own. 3/26/17
Putting a face to his ugliness, I can face my foe in Christ’s strength.
“No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication from me,” declares the LORD.” Isaiah 54:17