I have know for weeks that I need to be at this open house on March 28th, a Saturday. Having come home from Bible college in Australia and leaving my Fiance behind because there were just some things God required I do alone I left the Great Southland of the Holy Spirit. From the time I set out to leave there has been nothing but havoc and heartache. While there were trials with airlines and tickets being canceled and credit cards being wrongly charged, the real attacks happened when I set foot on American soil once more. The enemy of my soul has always used my family to get to me, however I Was determined that after two years in Australia I would come back a changed man. And I am, I am more confident, less prone to commit the same old stupid sins and am trusting God more than I ever have. The attacks however did not cease with my family. Two days before I was scheduled attend this open house for a University in New York, I started to feel ill, like I was coming down with fever. Even though I was not showing any of the usual signs or symptoms outwardly, inwardly it sure felt like I was. Then in the middle of the night before the open house, I awoke, not knowing where I was. I felt as if I was in some age old cabin or campsite in the middle of the woods with no cell connection or way to contact the outside world. In this drunken of spiritual confusion, I started to feel a giant wait on my back neck and shoulders, as if some very large creature was grabbing or jumping on me and trying to crush the life out of me. It would last for maybe 30 seconds and then relent, and then start again. At first I cried out to God in my spirit to make this attack relent, but nothing changed. After realizing that this method of defense was having zero effect, I tried to cry out to my Jesus aloud, only to find that I could not speak (now anyone who really knows me would say that this is the greater attack that demons don't scare me so much as not being able to speak). For the next minute or two not matter how hard I tried, I could not make any sound with my voice. Eventually I set in my mind that God would not let me go out like this and was eventually able to rebuke what was coming against me in Jesus name. The attack did not relent immediately, I had to persist crying out to Jesus for a few minutes. When I sensed that the attack had ceased in that form I felt the sickness grow stronger, and then a sharp pain shooting through both of my knees. I rebuked that attack and then proceeded to ask God to mobilize such a fierce and great number of warring angels to surround me and my family that it would be like nothing the Devil had ever seen before. I then asked him for a mighty hedge of protection as well. It was only then that I sensed that not only had the attack abated, but that the demonic presence had also fled trembling at the mighty name of Jesus. I had a persistent shortness of breath that lingered for maybe 20 minutes longer or so but as I continued to believe in God that left as well. I know that Satan will be back, but I will stand ready, for I know that God is with me and will never leave my side. That he is the one doing the fighting not I. As A Christian we can do anything in this world if we simply rest in God and trust him to provide whatever we need and he will always come through exactly when we need him to.
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