(This is Day 23 in a write 31 days series. Click here for the title page )
Anne’s friends invite her to a party on the weekend. It’s on
a Sunday night, so she’s not super excited because she had an early class
Monday morning.
They push hard and badger her to hang out with them, so she
caves but plans to leave early. When she walks in, the music is loud and the
smell of beer is very strong. She’s learned not to drink the punch and get a
can of Coke straight from the fridge herself.
But tonight the good looking boy
from the coffee shop is there, and he walks up with a can of beer for her.
In her dreamy-eyed fuzzy brain, she accepts the beer, it’s
just one- no big deal. They have a great time talking, even though she could
only catch some of what he said over the booming tunes.
Toward the end of the night, she’s had more than one
beer…and he makes a clear move to take things further. Suddenly she hears
someone calling her name at the door, it’s her friends and they are getting
ready to leave.
She has a moment of clarity and realizes what she was about to
do, abruptly stands up and goes to leave with her friends.
Dearest Uncle Savant,
Well, I did it! I laid the foundation for Anne’s fall!
She caved in to attend a party with her friends. She caved
in to have a beer from the guy she likes. She caved in to having far more than
one.
The only thing left is to finish to temptation off with this
boy she likes. Once I get her to be with him, he will drop her and her
self-worth will plummet. Then I will kindly remind her that this was why her
parents drank- to escape the pain of this world.
A little evening of soaking
her wretchedness in alcohol, wallowing in hurt, disappointment and failure will
catapult my assignment into the orbit of cycling in and out of the same sin for
years.
She won’t be able to bring herself out of the self-loathing
she will have for falling the same way her parents did. She might even begin to
justify some of the very things they did to abuse her with how bad they must
have felt to go that low. She will begin to identify, and choose to hang around
people that “understand her”.
All of this whipped up whirlwind of inner focus leaves no
room for the Enemy. He couldn’t possibly fit into such a mind filled with our
world and our methods.
I will be working really hard this week to focus her energy
on daydreaming about the guy she likes. Imagining what might have happened had
her friends not interrupted. She longs for someone to love her, accept her
wholly as she is and approve of her.
I absolutely love that she has no clue that our Enemy is all
of those things for her.
Who knows why He dotes over His worthless creation like He
does, but the facts unfortunately are that He does provide that to them, if
they figure out how to shirk off our efforts.
I am glad I have Anne so firm in my clutches that I don’t
have to worry about getting thrown off any time soon!
Your persistent nephew,
Sepitus
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