How quickly Satan snatches the blessings of God from us. You are only allowed to revel in them for a moment before he dashes them and you are left sitting on the ground wondering what happened. This is going to sound really downer-ish, but it feels as though I am Satan's favorite target as of late. There are moments of amazing jubilee and then BAM, down I go for yet another count. When is my turn to punch Satan in the nose? Until then I guess I will just looking to my father up in Heaven to pick me up, hold me and brush away the tears.