Beating Up Satan

On Thursday, during our weekly date night, I told my husband, Jim, that I had been feeling pretty well emotionally this past week.  About a minute after I said this a strange thing happened.  One of the waitresses came up and asked us if we were out without our son.  We told her we were out without all three kids.  She asked us if we had had a baby recently.  She then told us that she must have us confused with someone else.  Things like this are happening a lot lately.  I'll feel like I'm doing alright and then someone asks me about my kids, or a pregnant woman will walk past, or there will be a little newborn nearby.  It's really easy to let these things get me down.  After all, I am on the outside looking in.  Just 2 months ago I was a part of that.  Pregnant and looking forward to holding my baby.  No more.  Well, back to date night.  Jim saw I was upset by the exchange with the waitress and he said something to me that has helped me immensely.  He told me that it was not that woman's fault.  That Satan was suggesting to her to talk with us.  He then suggested I focus on that and fight back.  And to take it as a good sign that Satan was not getting what he wants out of me.  You are all probably going to think this is nuts, but I started picturing, in my head, a fight between Satan and myself.  I have to say that it was not a fair fight.  Satan might have been a bit wimpy and tied up.  It's not really a fair fight in real life anyway.  I have God on my side and Satan doesn't have a chance.  I used this image again when we went to the movies and not one, but  two pregnant women came in the bathroom while I was in there.  Bring it on, Satan.  My God is bigger than you and He will help me crush you like a bug.