My Walk

While laying my head to rest in my cozy king-size bed, a deep feeling of prayer came to my sleepless reddened body, and I asked God, "Why do I feel so compelled to ask for you?" in a soft, but embracive thought. At that time, I was threatened by the devil with a scowl on his overbearing face, and he stared back to my closed eyes and replied, "Why do you think it's God?"I couldn't even wait for the last of the question because the scowling features of his face was so taunting that I requested for God immediately. "God, why is he here? How do I know it's you and not him?" I questioned God now with intensity.