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“Then Satan entered into Judas called Iscariot…” – Luke 22:3
That's how I woke up this morning to a verse in one of my novels that I paid attention to but then I didn’t really consider. He entered into Judas. We all know what that means.
He set Isa up.
On top of that, he’s a RAPER! Rapist. But…my thoughts are sometimes inappropriate now. I won’t be specific but I have to catch myself. Sometimes I’ll be thinking one thing and end up somewhere weird or I’ll say something to the Lord that I usually wouldn’t.
The prowling is nearly gone. When I call God, HE comes straight away. This morning I imagined myself wearing concrete drawers.
It really upsets me that I have no power. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy calling on God to help me, but sometimes I wanna knock this sucka into next week all on my own.
Especially when I was on the road on the way to Daytona and he did what he did with my breasts. That made me so mad that I was near foaming at the mouth. It’s like someone hitting you and running before you can get your revenge.
Moral of the story: I wanted to deal to get a story, but when I wanted the devil gone, I didn’t know how to call for help. Don’t talk to him.