I can't stand the devil
Ok, right after that last entry I got assaulted again. I had this image of some man with a knife who wanted to hurt me. It's a very wicked image, and so evil. I have seen it before and normally I'm not bothered about it that much, but when I suspect I have evil desires in me it makes me afraid. Why did I get this stupid idea there might be beauty in the devil? A shred of innocence? This is just like the weird stuff that happened when once I believed I could make demons repent. This all highlights the awfulness of sin and rebellion against God. There is nothing romantic in any of this. Nothing beautiful at all.