somethings just aren't important after thinking about it...

even a few minutes not spent in prayer or contemplation of God became an invitation for satan to stab me with his double-edged knife of doubt and self-pity. prayer became my armor, and i wrapped it tightly around my heart.
left to tell by immaculee ilibagiza

i am presently reading a book called "left to tell" by a woman who lived through the rwandan genocide and was able to live because she hid in her pastor's bathroom for 3 months. she stayed calm because of her faith and satan did what he could to attack her, but she knew she needed to stay strong in this battle and it just moved me to read this...