I had a dream in which I was exploring a swampy area in a canoe.  Crocodiles on the edge spotted me and mobilized into the water intending me as their meal.

     I paddled as fast as I could back towards where I had entered and wasn’t sure if the crocodiles were going to catch me or I’d make it back to dry land.  Even if I did make it back to dry land, I wasn’t sure if I could out run them.

     At this point in my life I feel as though I’ve gone from a situation where Satan had me firmly in his grasp, I mean there was no question in my mind where I was going upon death, to where God has pried me from his grasp, but Satan still swipes at me with claws that occasionally connect and do damage.