Born into the heart, she floats throughout each living soul. She fills the holes, caresses the troubles, soothes the angst, and repels the fears. And even when she seems to have gone for good, she is still there – never dormant or lost – always ready and available, waiting for a hand to grasp hers and walk with her – together throughout the day. The devil doesn’t know her. She is Love.

Given to us during the struggle, he carries the weary and sustains the fearful. He glides along through the journey of the recovering one and breathes life into empty souls and tired bones. He wraps his arms around the victim, shielding the torrential downpour of pain. The devil doesn’t know him. He is Courage.

The devil doesn’t know her. She is Selflessness.
The devil doesn’t know him. He is Dignity.
The devil doesn’t know her. She is Grace.
The devil doesn’t know him. He is Humility.
The devil doesn’t know her. She is Truth.
The devil doesn’t know him. He is Faith.
The devil doesn’t know her. She is Peace.

What the devil doesn’t know is all that God has weaved within the soul of each and every one of His children.