A kick in the pants

I have a mission to make my way to heaven and not just by the skin of my teeth.  When life is tough and I am clawing tooth and nail to make my way to my goal and the devil is breathing down my neck telling me to give up, it's at that moment when knowing that all I have to do is say the name Jesus to claw the next inch in the dirt to get closer to "home" gives me the strength to kick the devil to the curb. 

I sometimes have to be reminded that the devil has no control over me. That weasel has no future, yet mine is eternally joyful.