You know those days when Jesus takes the wheel?
This was not one of those days.
Today was a diesel-fueled nightmare of an emotional roller coaster down the toilet whose destination was the desecration of my pride and Satan was riding shotgun.
As a dogmatic rule, the Christian believes in duality. For however omniscient the All-Father is, the devil is just as powerful. He’s an equal and opposite force. And let me tell you, Satan knows what’s up.
Something in me, and I confess to you now, I believe it was His Infernal Majesty, that broke through my weeks-long depression funk and got me to clean up around the house before work today. I straightened a bit and gathered all the trash in the apartment. Feeling better with small victories.
A few hours into the shift, there was a mini-emergency, for which I offered my place as a refuge.
And DAMMIT if I hadn’t just put away all my adult-rated toys just hours before!
See, the devil had his arm around my shoulder today, and for that, I’m hella thankful.