Everyday Spiritual Battles

Damn I can see the devil looking at me. Examining my every move, searching for a vulnerability. I can hear the devil whispering in my ear. "Najee do it, nobody is looking." So are you calling God nobody because he is always watching. "I'll protect you from God. Najee just think about all the power you will gain from this." I can feel the devil trying to manipulate reality so I will see things his way. This is not fair. I did not ask him to bother me. I did not offer my services to him. Or should I say her. Seems as of lately I have become more accepting of the woman features to the point where it seems like I am lusting over them. No other temptation is prospering and I am trying my best to not let this one bother my lifestyle. But what can I do but just keep praying.

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Me

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