Many years ago, the Devil already knew what God wanted to do through us as a couple, but also as individuals.
In my early twenties, I suffered deep, repetitive, and debilitating depressions that brought me to the brink of suicide many times. It is only through God’s grace that I was made to overcome these.
Looking back, I now know the enemy was behind much of these attacks on my mind because he wanted me out of the picture permanently. He most probably knew where I was going to be later – today. In hindsight, I totally understand why he wanted me dead.
Satan never fights us for where we are, but rather for where we're going.
But how can believers stay in the kitchen when the heat gets so hot that it's almost unbearable? How can we resist the devil until he flees from us?