I was wounded yesterday. I know I am supposed to count it joy but it still hurts. I know that I prayed for the chains to come off and thats part of the process. That my patience will lead to character, I believe that. I still need God to strengthen me and cover me and pick me back up. I recognized my enemy but failed to see his face amongst my coworkers, he knew I couldn't see him there and he tried to break me. He knew his words would cause damage coming from where it did. I see my mistake. The whole nice guy routine to get you close then sucker punched in the guises of joking and jesting. I tried to pretend it didn't hurt. That I am strong, but i was weaponized against myself in that way. My pride and denial. I did hurt. I do need you Lord. Hallelujah. Thank-you God