“I can’t” held me down; fists of defeat aimed to strike repeating blows. The enemy pumped my being with opiate lies. My heart’s sonar picked up a pulse, becoming clearer with each heartbeat: Hope was on the way! Truth bashed down the walls and broke my chains as Hope scooped up my limp body. Love detoxed through time with His stripes and blood. Though the enemy’s roar is frightening, I no longer walk alone.