Hate is a strong word but...

Dear Satan: I don't like you. You make me feel all icky inside. You take pleasure in my pain. But guess what? My Jesus is way bigger than you. He takes away the icky feelings. He reminds me that he loves me...and nothing you do can change that crazy love He has for me. So Satan, you can stop trying. I know you won't, but that's okay: I may not know what comes next, but I do know the ending to this story, the victor of this Battle...And guess what satan? You loose.