I woke up yesterday morning with a demon at my beside screaming accusations against my husband. No one just wakes up in the morning angry at someone ... unless you went to bed angry with someone, which you shouldn't do anyway.
Timothy had gotten up early to take some of the guys from our youth ministry out to breakfast before school. I woke up and lay in bed for another 10 minutes listening to the accuser. I called Timothy so we could agree with our adversary and put the matter behind us, but he was still with the boys.
For the next half hour, as I hurredly showered and got ready for work, that imp tried to convince me not to call Timothy back, not to talk about it, just let it blow over. "You're making a big deal out of nothing again. If you say that to him he'll think you're accusing him and get offended and angry. Don't you trust him? If you trust him, you don't need to talk about it. It's really your fault anyway."
Timothy called just as I was leaving for work. He was relieved to talk about it; the Holy Spirit had already convicted him a little on the matter. It was easy, and the devil is under my heel.