My demons and I are well acquainted with one another. We have grappled together for over half a century now. Some days I tell myself I have won a battle. But another always looms. And my losses have gradually taken their toll.
There are many times I have hated myself for failing yet again – for the very fact the scars of my abuse remain. Those are the most dangerous times, the dark mouth of hell yawning before me.
The temptation to give up, give in, can be inviting. But a light of hope continues to shine, constant if at times faint. It is the promise of Salvation. Continue reading