I got out, will my son get out?

The grandkids; they won’t let them see me much.  They tell them scary things of me and my beliefs. 

They hold their babies tightly as they turn away from my greetings as if I am their temple demon. 

They say the devil talks through the trees to me because this earth is his dominion. 

The deep fiery earth that holds all hell and brimstone.  And we are to be stewards of that? 

I shared one time that I heard Spirt speak to my heart directly through a tree. The tree showed me how to offer my fear so I could sleep at night. I needed healing. And they told me THAT, is the devil talking. 

Oh, oh, the devil, old friend. 

I remember as a child, going to bed terrified of the dark for fear of the devil and his demons coming for me, surrounding me in the darkness.  I was in my late 30’s before I could sleep in the dark, not alone in the dark…but in the dark nonetheless.  And that ol’ devil, he’s still coming…coming to get the me who is still a child inside. 

I wonder, if when I am old and alone, will I ever be able to sleep alone in the dark. 

OR, will I always need a night light?

~Hilary