Dear Satan, Do You Not learn?

Dear Satan, 
You tried to get rid of us since FOREVER. From Adam and Eve till now. You tried DECEPTION, PERSECUTION and every harsh and forceful way. UNTIL.... you realized the HARDER you push, we push back EVEN HARDER. So you decided to make us COMFORTABLE. Until we'll let down our guard and be VULNERABLE until when you strike we will FALL. Or so you thought. APPARENTLY, we did just quite the opposite. We became STRONGER each time you attempt your attack. Do you not LEARN? Not to MESS with GOD'S PEOPLE? Don't you know that THE BAD GUY NEVER WINS? 

Sincerely, 
God's beloved child

The Equation

The LOVE from God in heaven gives me the FAITH to believe in the HOPE for tomorrow on earth and to fight the DESPAIR from hell.

DESPAIR<HOPE<FAITH<LOVE

The Fall

Your hands throw itself forward between your body and the floor when you fall forward to act as an impact absorber. All this happens subconsciously because it is our body's natural reflexes. It not only reduces injuries but it also helps you to stand up after the fall. Ever wondered what happens when this fails you? It did fail me, once... Well, metaphorically, to be fair. I couldn't blame my body for not protecting me as it couldn't identify me falling. How could it? When even I couldn't.

I didn't know I was falling, I didn't feel anything at all when I hit the floor. It was as if all my senses were off for those few seconds. Now all I remember was waking up with my body flat on the hard floor and my arms thrown outwards. Once I moved, pain struck me so hard I gagged and a puke was threatening to surface.

I tried standing up, oh boy did I try! But I never could. Maybe it was because my hands had no strength but there was something else, something pushing me down. I tried twisting my head to see what it was and I saw sacks on top of me, it had the word "fault" written on it. I was being held down by, or I thought it was, my fault. I was stuck there for what seems like forever. And  it wasn't pleasant at all. Especially when thoughts clouded your mind and the past came back frequently for an uninvited visit.

People come, and people go. Seeing me on the floor, they helped me out of pity. Some tried pulling me off the ground but no matter how hard they hauled me, I wouldn't budge, I couldn't. I was more stuck than ever. So, they just helped remove a few sacks on me. And as time passed, the sacks were all gone.

I was confident that I could get myself off the floor by the time all those sacks were removed, but... No matter how hard I tried... I couldn't. And Then I realized, that there was more holding me down. It was... The guilt, in my heart. It was so heavy that no one could lift me, not even myself. Breathing seems hard when your lungs get crushed by your own heart. Struggling to stand seemed worthless, living was miserable when you are on the floor.

Then, I gave up the fight. I suddenly stopped struggling, stopped trying. I turned on my back,  I never did this while I had my belly on the floor, I was afraid I could never turn back and would get even more stuck. That, was exactly what kept me from looking up. So all this while, I had my face to the floor. But when I looked up, I started talking to Him.

"What on earth am I on the floor for? Can't You lift me up? What happened to soaring on wings like eagles? I can't see me soaring while I can't even crawl now!"

I was angry, then afraid. Then...... I cried. Something I never liked to do. And as loud as a whisper for it was all I could muster, I said, "Please get me up Daddy, I need Your strength, Your help."

Then, the most amazing thing happened, a hand dug into my heart and removed that burden. Another hand stretched out to me and I heard, "C'mon, get up! I can pull you up but you have to try too." I held onto that hand and pulled, and.... I stood up again.