Having enemies I’ve created myself (by things I’ve said or done) does not really bother me except I wish I had not earned them.  The other kind of enemies–the ones I don’t know how or why I’ve attracted–bother me more.  There are people–we all have them–who wish us harm for no apparent reason.  Sometimes these are people we’ve been nothing but good to–and that’s hurtful.  Often it is family or “friends” we realize are really against us.  In spite of my enemies best efforts to bring me down (and there has been some temporary success in doing so), I take comfort that one day I will be nourished while my enemies watch-helpless to ever hurt me again.  It’s not revenge I want–it is safety, security, and protection from those who want to harm me.  I look forward to this day.

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