A Note to Satan

As a mother, I woke up and you tried your normal tactic of trying to fill my heart with fear. Fear of the evil that exists in this world and what I face as I try to raise my precious child. 

But the Lord whispered louder than your screaming. 

For you see, right now is the season of milk and cookies. My child is not yet aware of your darts and arrows. In fact her world only consists of love, laughter, and chocolate chips. 

And it is during this season that the Lord equips us mothers with powerful strength as we raise our children to fight the good fight. So my advice to you is to not poke Mamma Bear. This home belongs to the Lord and our home is not of this world! 

My deepest sympathy,

Mamma Bear

^{-Her Love For Him}

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