In which I write to Satan.

Satan, 
I am writing this blog post to inform you that your rebellion against God and His people isn't going so well. Granted, it may look like you're winning today. I just got off the phone with yet.another.person telling me about their crappy day. So I admit, there are casualties in our camp. 
However, I'd just like to let you know something. God is granted final victory. He's already won. 
Until He returns, I suppose you will continue to take joy in causing misery and pain your earthly kingdom. 
Therefore, since you will continue on with this disgusting rampage against God's warriors, I'd like to give you a little insight into how this all works. 
First of all. You can maim, torture, denounce, martyr, and rip apart my earthly body. You can play your role in cancer and in rape and in murder. Go right ahead. You will never touch my soul, though it may experience the darkest of nights. 
There are moments when I ache and I doubt, but hear me clearly: my allegiance is with Christ. It is steadfast and firm. It cannot be swayed. My King comes through as victor. When I am at my weakest, God is strong. The testing makes me stronger, mightier, and more powerful. 
Second, though I have been given a mission here on earth and I am living in your place of reign, I will not live here forever. My loyalty belongs to a passionate Father God with a heavenly kingdom that will not pass away. The more I learn about my kingdom of eternal residence, the less satisfied I am with earth. Oh, don't twist my words. There is so much beauty that God has created. Pink sunset skies, sticky kid kisses, and moments that take my breath away. But these things? They only prove that there is a Creator. My soul was made for eternity, and I cannot wait to see creation in its glorified, original state. You see, spring is upon us. You will not stop it. Nor will you hinder the fact that this season reminds me of the new life that awaits me. 
Third, the Bible clearly states that you masquerade as an angel of light. You were once the most beautiful. You choose to rebel against God, took a portion of angels with you, and were given the title "prince of the earth." Then Eve came, the signature of the divine, and you deceived her. Tragically, the earth and all that is in it, became cursed. I don't need to tell you the story. After all, you were there. Some are still deceived by your "beauty", but I want you to know I see you. I see that you are ugly, twisted, and dark. 
While some tragic events that we encounter during our time here are merely the unfortunate consequences of living in a fallen world (aka your temporary kingdom), others are a result of your evil. War, broken families, corruption, violence, confusion, abuse, and so on. I will say it again: God has my allegiance, and I will turn to Him with my heartache. While you hurt, injure, ruin, and deceive, you will not fool me. You WILL NOT fool me. You will not fool me into your dark chaos and faux loveliness. 
Fourth, to the very end of my days, no matter how long I have left, I will never stop giving God the glory. I know this means going to battle. While I am not thrilled with the prospect of dealing with you and your kind, I am fully equipped for this war. You will no doubt trip me up occasionally. I may even be a POW in your camp from time to time. I'm not blind to this. Just know this, the shackles you attempt to place on me will be miraculously, perfectly broken off and you will be left powerless once again. He will never leave me nor forsake me. 
In summary, it's been a shitty day. You may be winning a few small battles here and there. You may even get a trophy from time to time. But. You WILL lose the war. 
You will lose the war you've been fighting for years to burn bridges between my sister and I. I love my sister, and I love her dearly. YOU WILL LOSE. 
You will lose the war you've been fighting for years to make me believe that I am crazy and unworthy. I am intelligent, marked, and worthy. YOU WILL LOSE. 
You will the lose the war you've waged against my security. I am secure and I am free. YOU WILL LOSE. 
You will lose the war you've waged against belonging. I belong, and I will always belong. YOU WILL LOSE. 
You will lose the war. 
I pinky heart promise you. 
God's people will always rise up. We will always be made strong in our weakness. We will be ruthlessly defended by the ultimate Warrior, who rejoices over us with singing. 
I will sing, dance, and praise Jesus in my suffering. In my failing body, in my broken relationships, in my searching. I will take every bit of this, and turn it into gratitude. These ashes will be traded for crowns of beauty. 
At the end of the day, it's not about what I will do, but what God has already done. 
and He has won. 
So I win, too.