Satan: “What do you think you are doing? You aren’t qualified, credentialed, or even relevant! No one cares what you think. No one is going to read what you write. Get over yourself - you have no voice! You have been less than mediocre since the day you were born. You will never do anything the world would acknowledge or accept. Stop trying. Stop speaking. Stop writing. Stop. Give up foolish human.”
God: “You aren’t paying attention to him again, are you? Look here. Look up at me. Focus. Listen! I didn’t create you for nothing. I made you uniquely devised to step up to every challenge that I planned for you. I never promised that you would be successful or even feel accomplished as the world defines those words, did I?
All I said was, follow Me. Trust Me. You know the world will never understand how I work all things together. Big, small, miraculous, mundane - unnoticeable. Human words! I called you to do things that the world is not able to see or applaud.
The world is temporal, fickle and often foolish. Why would you want the world to see you? I see you. I know you. Don’t give up here in the last hour. Be good and faithful. If I am not done with you, you must believe there is much left I have for you to do.”
Me: Okay then. Bug off Satan.