God showed up and closed a door—on a toxic situation. The Devil cringed and stepped aside—for further evaluation.
He’d watched my walk with God grow weak—and grinned with anticipation. Soon pushed his hand upon that door—and watched with determination.
I sensed no harm as I passed through—only a rush of motivation. All at once a cold wind blew—and I felt his domination.
The wreckage once behind that door—is still in operation. A question now I ask myself—do I choose Light or condemnation?