I Hate You.

Dear Fear,
       I HATE YOU. You have stolen so much of my life and my happiness. What you have done to me is unforgivable. Wrestling with you has taken my energy and my focus that should be on my God and my family. I wish you were dead.
      When I see you trying to get into my precious, innocent, beautiful daughter it makes me overcome with white hot rage. I WILL NOT let you get a hold of her. Did you hear that? I WON'T  let you near her. I may not be strong enough to fight you by myself, but I have Someone on my team that is.
      Last night when you tried to hurt her with your lies it gave me an opportunity to pray with my little girl. It gave me the chance to show her just how strong her God is and how faithful He is. It allowed me to teach her that He will ALWAYS save the day and He will beat you EVERY TIME.
      Soon your presence in this home will be no more and you won't be missed. I am gaining strength from Him everyday. Strength I will use to send you right back to hell where you came from. So take your small wins while you can still get them, because, spoiler alert, YOU LOSE in the end.
Sit on a Tack,
Sara