The Demon Within

It is the demon within me that I always knew theoretically was there, but I had never met, that has come out as I work to confront this demonic stronghold.

And I hate that.

I hate admitting it is there—inside me.
I hate admitting I want to cave in.

I’d rather live pretending it's not inside me, only theorizing it probably is. I’d rather run away from this battle.

And I hate that. The demon within reveals the coward within.
I hate that.

But isn’t this what it really takes to truly see the imago Dei?  That divine imprint on human beings cannot fully be seen for what it is unless we fully see what we are without it. Who we are without God.
Doesn’t it take the coward within to really, actually let God show up?

I am the worst version of myself right now in this process. And maybe that is the best thing for me.
But I hate it.
I hate that.