The Aftermath of the Fire

For us, life will never be the same. We have learned so much from this experience, things that have changed us in our daily life. We look at others differently, and we look at our God differently. Jesus is much bigger to us now, for we have seen the salvation He can bring!

We have heard of twelve other instances, where a believer used those scriptures (John 15:7-8, John 16:23-24, and Psalm 91) to make a claim upon their house, and their house was also miraculously saved! Hallelujah! It was wonderful to watch their face as they testified to me about it. The Holy Spirit’s light shone forth from their face till it seemed as if they glowed.

I also discovered that having cursed items in your home did not remove the legal right to use those scriptures to save the home! (This is a big thing for those of my readers who are stuck living with other unbelievers or pagans!) I know that my believing neighbor has cursed items in her home, for I have seen them. Her and her children are believers, while her husband is not yet a believer. Sadly, their lives testify to the cursed items being there, for great have been the troubles upon those that lived in that home!

That is one thing I have witnessed through this fire. Those who practice deliverance have a peaceful and prosperous life. Those who do not believe in such things as demons affecting Christians, or those who simply do not practice deliverance for themselves, have a life filled with problems.

I had also wondered what it would be like, to stay on land that was not blessed. When we go to stay at a hotel, we bless it with blessed oil, for we know we have the legal jurisdiction over it due to the paying of rent for its use. But we didn’t have that while staying with others during the evacuation. Both homes that we stayed in, were not blessed homes. The Jehovah’s witness home was actually under a curse besides, for the woman of the house has had it blessed by the elders of that cult. I found that much time was spent in spiritual warfare; at the JW house, it was all I could do just to keep up with the attacks. After that incident with the fire demon nightmare and that playing card, (at the unbeliever’s house,) I went out and purchased some olive oil, and then blessed it for our use. I then blessed the beds we used, for the owners of both places stated that we could sleep there. I looked at it as a matter of a gift that was being given to us, and in that case, I hoped that the spiritual laws extended to such gifts from the owner.  It must have worked, for our sleep was much better after blessing the beds.

The Jehovah’s Witnesses contacted us, several weeks after they had kicked us out of their home, saying that they were sad at how things turned out, and that they wanted to get together with us for dinner. The Lord pointed out to me, that this was not an actual apology, (in essence, they were saying that they were sad that I had acted the way I did,) and besides it was the man who initiated the email, and not the woman herself. I found out from her son, that she still felt she was in the right and had done no wrong, and that the father was in agreeance with her. My husband and I prayed to the Lord and asked Him what we should do, and He told us to have nothing further to do with them. He gave me this piece of scripture as His reasoning: “Reject him that is an heretic, after once or twice admonition, Knowing that he that is such, is perverted, and sinneth, being damned of his own self.” (Titus 3:10-11, GNV) I thought to give them another chance, but the Lord reminded me that she had many chances over those two days, as I answered her questions with the scriptures, and that even my son, who is friends with her son, also got kicked out from her home before, because he was trying to answer her questions about hell. So they have had their two chances already. I need not do any more. The Lord told me that he does not want us to go out and dine with a bunch of demons, and that this is in essence what we would be doing if we got together with them. My heart has ached over this, for I hate to think of them being cut off from Jesus.

It has also been sad to see a man that I had hopes for, turn away from Christ yet again. He was doing landscaping for us at the time of the fire. I made the claim to him that the Lord Jesus would save our home from the fire, just moments before evacuating. When he seen that it was spared, he put it all down to luck. This man has had such bad luck, always getting ill in some way, or his kids being in accidents, that I have told him that he either needs a new profession or a new God. He laughed and told me he just needs to be able to hire a bunch of workers that he can order around and everything would be fine. He has yet to understand. I pray that he will come to see that what he really needs is Jesus.

I find myself wanting to go back to those believers who have lost their homes, and testify to them about the scriptures that they could have used to save their homes, so it won’t happen to them again. Yet one of my boys pointed out to me, that they would then feel like it was their fault that their house burnt down. And I can see his point. No one likes to find out that they could have saved their home if they had just used that piece of scripture and believed. So for now, I leave it be. But there may come a time when I might be called to testify to them about it. I pray that if and when that time comes, I will be courageous enough to do it. Hosea 4:6 says “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…” Apparently their homes can be destroyed too.

The family who’s son called mine to warn us about the fire in the first place, and who ended up losing their home, are cessationists; they believe that speaking in tongues, casting out demons, and healing all died off with the original apostles. We testified to them, that we claimed that piece of scripture and that is why our house was saved. They frowned, but said nothing. I can only pray that the seed takes root in fertile ground. The Lord had told us not to give them any money, and I am glad that we did not, for their insurance is paying them extremely well, though they are having quite a fight with their insurance to get the money. We got a new couch, and we had planned to throw out the old one in the dump, but they asked us for it instead. When I asked the Lord if I could give it to them, He responded with such contempt that it startled me. He said “They can have your garbage!” When I asked Him why He was so angry, He told me that He longs to give them the best, but they insist on relying on man (their church,) and the government, instead of relying on HIM. He feels slighted over their choice to ignore Him. They could have so much more, but they refuse His help and His gifts.

During the middle of the night, several weeks after we had returned, I awoke to the smell of fire. Panic then hit me in the chest so hard, that for a moment I was left breathless. Satan kept trying to convince me that I should get up and go out to see if the fire was close to our house. He told me that it was only luck that saved our house in the last fire, and it would not be saved in this one. At this absurdity the spell was broken, and I laughed out loud and told him that there was no way it was just luck. I then cast him out and claimed in Jesus name that no fire would ever even get close to our house again. I then contentedly fell back asleep.

I have really appreciated the prayers of the believers out there, said on my and my family’s behalf; I could feel them strengthening us as we went through this disaster. May the Lord Jesus Christ return unto you ten times the blessings that you have asked for me!

There is a favorite piece of scripture that I’d like to share with you, that I often like to say during my prayer time. “Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh. For the LORD shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken.” (Proverbs 3:25-26 KJV) Amen!

 

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Silver Clippings

A dream…

Our family was traveling on foot,
With our meager possessions in our packs.

We were traveling in a suburb of some city in California,
Walking down the paved streets
That checkered through the housing subdivision.

There was nothing special about this housing subdivision;
We had traveled through many of them before.
They could have been from any suburban subdivision in the United States.

The houses were mostly without inhabitant,
Though there were a few here and there that had people living in them.
Yards for the most part were dry and barren, as most vegetation had dried up long ago and had not yet returned.

The houses were usually watched by cams from the street lights,
so that if anyone was trying to break in the windows or doors of the vacant house, they would be easily identified and end up getting caught by the authorities. For this reason, most homes still had all their windows and doors intact.

One always traveled with some kind of gun or weapon,
For you never knew when one would try to rob you of whatever you had left.
Those still in their houses, were well fortified with ammunition, and did not fear the casual small group of wanderers.

But they still watched us closely as we traveled past their homes.

We came to one home dweller, who was outside in front of his garage, doing some kind of maintenance to his portable garden box.

These portable garden boxes were usually about the size of a window ledge flower box, and within them were planted the special greens and herbs that were favored by those who tended them. These herb boxes were so common, that it seemed as if everyone had them, no matter if you were a traveler or if you still stayed in a home.

This man, the one who still lived in his home, was out letting his box of herbs get some sunshine. He had a cat, who was trying to eat some of the herbs from the man’s box, but the cat was having a hard time trying to chew on the thick leafed plant.

The man seen us walking by, and gave us a brief nod of greeting. So we commented to him, that it looked as if his cat was having a hard time trying to chew on the leaves he had given it, and that cats sometimes liked to chew on grass instead.

When the man said that he had no grass for it to chew on, we showed him our box, and told him we would be willing to trade some of our grass, (we had a small clump of wheatgrass,) for some needed items, if he had them and was interested.

He was, but what we needed, and what we had to trade, was not even in value, so we pulled out our handkerchief, and looked to see how much money we had left, to see if we could somehow still make the trade.

We spread out our handkerchief, and I could see small flecks and chunks of silver. There were a few very short pieces of silver wire, a tiny link from a bracelet, and some short strands from a silver necklace, but for the most part, the silver pieces consisted of odd pie-shaped coin clippings, that once made up and had formed our old 1964 and earlier silver dimes and silver quarters.

We offered him a few of the larger silver pieces, (the ones that had been clipped from an old silver quarter,) and two of the smaller clippings from a silver dime, but he wanted something more as well, something that was not silver.

“Do you have any keys?” he asked.

We looked at each other in some puzzlement, as this seemed like an odd request.

We shrugged our shoulders. “No,” we responded to him, “Not really. Just an old house key from when we used to live in Austin, Texas. But that’s not made of silver or even brass, and it was from many years ago. I’m sure they’ve changed the locks on the house it used to belong to by now.”

But as soon as we said that we had such a key, the man’s face lit up and he said that if we threw that in the pot, then it would be a done deal.

So we gave him the old house key and the few chunks of silver, and as we were loading up our purchased provisions, we asked him what he was going to do with the old house key. (This man lived in the state of California, and the only method of travel was by foot or by horse. So traveling to Texas somehow seemed out of the question for one who already lived in a house.)

It turns out that in the area we were passing through, there was a new fad, that could make or break a trade deal, and it was the addition of some kind of key. It really didn’t matter what kind of key it was, or if it was even known what it was the key to. What mattered was that it was a key to something that had once been kept under lock and key, meaning something of value.

House keys were worth the most, but car keys and other keys were also worth quite a bit. Once the key was in one’s possession, it was like the equivalent of buying a lottery ticket. One could go from vacant house to vacant house, (or from car to car, or lock to lock,) in the hopes that the key might just be similar enough to the original key of that house (or whatever item,) to actually open up the lock. If you were able to open up the house (or car or whatever,) you would be able to claim ownership of that house, at the very least for many, many days, and maybe even be able to gain permanent ownership of it. (The authorities figured if you had the key to the house, then the house was really yours.) It was like winning a hotel stay at a luxury vacation home, that had the possibility of becoming permanent.

If the key did not open up any of the homes (or whatever) in your area, you could always trade it to someone else from another area, and to them it would be just like a new lottery ticket, where they could start the whole process over again in the hopes that they might be holding the one magic key to open up an unused home. If none opened up in their area, they could still trade it to another, and pass it on that way.

To us, it didn’t seem right somehow, It seemed more like a scam. But we could see why it held a certain appeal. Now a days being able to acquire a home legally, was nearly impossible.

But the Lord had told our family to move, and He had not yet told us to stop. So we said goodbye to the man, and continued on in our journey, thankful that we now had the provisions we needed.

I then woke up from the dream.

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