overflowing with concern from all around me. but none from you. the one that matters most.

the joy of the Lord will be my strength. its hard. but i know i have to be glad. be thankful. for my sorrows and worries are nothing but entertainment for the enemy. every time a tear flows down my cheek, the enemy beams in joy and claps his filthy hands.
i will not be beaten by you. i have the trump card with me, i have a victor on my side. I have the Great and Almighty Jesus. He has beaten you hands down when you tempted Him in the desert. He has beaten death and risen from the dead. And this victory I have, from Him.

I praise you with all my heart, Lord Jesus. Help me overcome the enemy..he's jealous of us =)