(I post this entry tonight, in honor of the Jewish Passover)
I was awoken from a deep sleep,
In the middle of the night.
My heart pumped and pounded faster and harder than it ever had before,
And I began to sweat.
My chest and one whole side of me, especially my arm were in intense pain,
My lungs tried to pull in air as I gasped,
But only a small amount of air went in.
I was unable to move; the pain was simply too great.
Then fear and panic tried to convince me that I was going to die.
I opened my eyes
And could just make out
An enormous dark, heavy shadow spirit
Sitting upon my chest.
“What are you gonna do, Dooonameees?” It sneered at me.
“You have no one who can help you now…”
Normally I’d simply reach out to my husband lying beside me,
And ask him to pray for me and bless me with the anointing olive oil,
But alas, my husband was away on a week long business trip,
And I couldn’t even move to get to the phone to call him.
If my husband wasn’t available, I’d go to one of my nearby children,
who’s closest bedroom was down the hall from ours,
And ask them to do the same for me.
But once again, I simply could not move.
I couldn’t even pull in enough air into my lungs
to cry out loud enough to be heard by someone else in the house!
The massive black demon above me seemed to know this.
“So where ya gonna go to now?” it laughed.
A vision/portal began to open up in front of me,
And I could just make out the face of this woman named Donna.
She had been a lead singer that I had admired in one of the local Sunday morning worship services that I had gone to for a few times a while back.
This woman could get up in front of the small church group,
and belt out those worship songs so strong, firm, and clear,
uncaring of any imperfection that may have crossed into her voice.
She was singing something now.
And with great joy, I realized that I knew the song!
So I began to sing it with what little breath I had left:
“I go to the rock of my salvation
I go to the stone that the builders rejected
I go to the mountain and the mountain stands by me
when all around me’s sinking sand
on Christ that solid rock I stand
when I need a shelter when I need a friend I go to my Rock.”
The panic had gone, and my heart no longer raced as fast as before.
But the pain remained.
Indeed, it had become stronger,
And I wondered why it was.
“You haven’t cast it out yet,” said the Voice within,
So I pulled in another breath,
And whispered out the next song:
“I command you satan, in the name of the Lord,
Take up your weapons and flee!
For the Lord has given us authority
To walk all over thee!
What a mighty God we serve! What a mighty God we serve!
Angels bow before Him, heaven and earth adore Him,
What a mighty God we serve!”
At first, the pain became even more stronger,
But after the third time singing this hymn,
The pain, along with the demon, began to fade.
By the fourth round, I knew the danger had passed.
I managed then, to pull up a few more hymns that I knew by heart,
Along with a few snatches of those that I struggled to recall,
And sang them out loud over and over again with vibrato,
Right there in my bedroom,
for my heart was overflowing with His Joy!
THANK YOU DEAREST JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH!!!
“I will love thee, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me. In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me. They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay.
As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him. For who is God save the LORD? or who is a rock save our God?
The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted.(!)
(Psalm 18:1-3, 5-6, 17-18, 30-31, 46, KJV)
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