Enveloping Me In His Wings

One of my sons called me in the middle of the day, so I knew something was up.

“Mom!” he exclaimed, “Something weird happened here. I wasn’t feeling well, and felt God telling me to skip class and to go down into the basement of the library. So I did. When I got there, I didn’t understand why God had told me to go there. He told me to stay there and wait.”

“Then I watched this girl come in, which surprised me, for hardly anyone ever goes into the basement of this place. And then I seen that she was wearing the clothing of a muslim. She had her prayer mat with her, which she placed down on the floor and then kneeled down on.”

“As soon as she started speaking, great hoards of demons rushed in from all directions towards her. I felt very dizzy, and could feel their heat. They were huge, and were just like that other time in the classroom, where I seen that muslim demon backing up the teacher. However, this time, they had other spirits with them as well. Some were animals, but mostly looked like very large giant fighting men. Violence was all around them. There were black flames encircling them, and terror rushed through the building. Oh mom! I can really understand why some of their followers become willing to martyr themselves! The demons of terror are so very strong in this religion! I had to fight to just stay there and to not turn and run away! But the Lord wanted me to stay there, so I stayed there.”

“When the demons seen me, they started attacking me. The angels around me were really angry, and trying to defend me from them. I pulled out my cell phone, brought up the bible scripture app, and started reciting my favorite scriptures, like psalm 91 and Jeremiah 29:11. This calmed the angels a bit, and seemed to give them increased strength to continue the fight.”

“I could hear her praying to her god. She asked that her family be blessed, and for some other things I could not quite hear. Then I heard the demons say “Yes! We can do that for her!”. Then I heard the woman begin to pray again, though this time I could not make out what she was saying. But this is when the Lord told me to say psalm 91 out loud under my breath. I realized then, that while I prayed, whatever she asked for, she would receive the opposite instead. I sensed her asking for something bad to succeed, but knew that because of my quoting the scriptures, it would fail.”

“Oh mom, I felt so uncomfortable there! You know how it is when I am around roman catholics; I feel irritated. And when I am around saatanists or witches, I feel unbalanced and uneasy. Well around muslims, I felt sheer undiluted terror! I did not want to be there at all! I was afraid that the Lord would keep me there the whole time, but after a while, he told me it was O.K. to go.”

“Frustratingly, the only way out was by her. But there was an angel, one with no wings and somewhat smaller in size, that led me out. Another angel, much larger and with a wide wingspan, had his back towards me, enveloping me in his wings, while facing his shield and sword outwards towards the enemy so he could do battle if they attacked. Together, we made it out safely.”

“Oh mom,” he said, “I had no idea that I would run into something like this on campus! I have seen other muslims before, I even have some in my classes, but they didn’t have these kinds of demons on them! Though,” he said as an afterthought, “They didn’t seem like they were really into their religion either. One guy I spoke to, said he is a muslim only because his family forces him to be one. He himself wasn’t that into it. So maybe that’s why I didn’t sense too many demons on him.” She paused, thinking further. “I think it was the act of worship, that really brought out the demons.”

“You know mom,” he said to me, “sometimes it feels like there is a big battle going on over this campus. The hindus and their gods, the muslims and their god, the gays – yes I know they are not a religion, but they still have their own set of demons on them-, the buddhists, the athiests, they are all vying to gain ultimate control over the campus. They are all trying to gain power over it, so it can be their own little principality.”

I asked him if the demons ever unite with each other, to be able to gain more ground.

“No,” he answered. “Only a few times when they want to fight off the Christians. But for the most part, they are each out for themselves.”

This was a surprise to me. I had thought that satan would command his troops to work more together, to take over the land. I guess he didn’t feel it was needed.

Weeks later, we heard of a murderous rampage At Ohio State University by a muslim that was stopped. My son sensed that this is what the woman’s prayers had been used by the demons for. But Psalm 91, God’s Word, stopped it from succeeding. The only deaths from that attack, was the attacker himself. Reports described the man as behaving oddly while the attack was taking place. I have no doubt that at that moment, he was posessed by demons and not in control of himself.

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http://wtkr.com/2016/11/28/active-shooter-reported-on-ohio-state-university-campus/

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Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”

2 Thessalonians 3:2 (KJV) “And that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men: for all [men] have not faith.”

Micah 2:1 (KJV) “Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! when the morning is light, they practise it, because it is in the power of their hand.”

Psalms 34:21 (KJV) “Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate.”

Psalm 91:9-12 (KJV) “Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.”

A Miracle: I Survived The Bite Of A Black Widow Spider

(FYI: Nothing in this missive is to be taken as medical advice. If you are in need, go to the Great Physician.)

It was in the middle of the summer, and the temperature had soared to over a hundred degrees every day for the past three weeks. Our puny little air conditioner could never seem to keep up with the heat. I was getting sick of it. Literally.

So when my husband told me that it was going to be another blistering day, I decided to take my paperwork and go downstairs to sit by the air conditioner.

But the Holy Spirit told me no. “Stay up here and work,” He told me.

But I became angry at the command. “No!” I said in response. “I am sick and tired of being so hot all the time! I’m getting a break from it!”

So I took my work and went downstairs.

It was much cooler there. I sat at the table (this was the school table where we did our work during the week,) and felt relieved as I felt the cool breeze on my skin.

Then I felt something crawling on my leg. I thought it must be the fly that had been in the kitchen earlier. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to look and make sure, but once again, I foolishly ignored Him. Without looking, I used my other foot to brush it off my leg.

That night, began one of the worst nights of my life. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and every time I tried to lay down, I felt my lungs fill up with fluid till I had to sit up just to breathe. My head ached, and I felt almost like I had a severe case of the flu.

For three days, I was intensely ill.

I went back to the Lord and begged for His forgiveness, and asked Him to have mercy on me and help me. I push prayed until I heard Him give me directions. He told me not to go to the hospital, but instead was to take a certain number of vitamin C’s, B vitamins, and calcium pills, and to repeat this as He instructed.

I told Him that I could not, for I had run out of calcium pills several days ago, and was waiting for the shipment to arrive any day.

“Go look,” He said.

“It’s not there, Lord! I’d just be wasting my energy!”

“GO LOOK!”, He insisted.

Sigh. I knew my God was not going to give up. So I said “Fine! I’ll go look!”

It wasn’t where I usually keep it; it was sitting right at eye level, in front of the other bottles of assorted vitamins.

I was amazed. I figured that my husband had probably seen the shipment, and had begun unpacking it for me, but got called away before he could put them all away.

I thanked God, took the medicine, and slowly started to feel better.

A week later, and I was still suffering from the strange symptoms. So I went to the doctor.

He listened to my symptoms, looked at my swollen leg, (It looked like I had a half a grapefruit hiding under the skin,) and promptly diagnosed me with a black widow spider bite. He said I was fortunate that I had survived the poison, but that there was little he could do for me now, as the worst of the danger had passed. (The anti-venom was contraindicated this late in the game.)

So I went home, and researched on line what one could do for a black widow spider bite. To my amazement, one web site suggested taking large doses of vitamin C, B vitamins, and calcium, every few hours.

I thanked my husband for putting the bottle of calcium in my closet, but he said he didn’t do it. “Maybe one of the boys did it,” he replied. I figured he must be right.

But a week later, I got a notice in my email from the supplier of those calcium pills. “We are sorry to inform you, that the product you ordered has not yet shipped out, because it is still on back order…”

I was shocked. I went back into the closet to stare at the bottle of calcium pills. They looked no different from what I usually use. They were the same brand and dose as I usually keep on hand. But I took them and hugged them to my chest, and thanked God for sending them to me. When they ran out, I wanted to keep the bottle to remember it by, but the Lord said it might become an idol and that I was not to keep it, so I threw it out.

The symptoms lasted for close to a year. It is not something I would wish upon another living thing, ever.

This last night of Hanukkah, we remember what the Lord Jesus has done for us. This was one of them.

May you be blessed abundantly by the Lord God of all,
C. Dunamis

A Miracle: My Children Were Fed

When I was a young mother, I suffered from horrible migraines. They left me dizzy, sick to the stomach, and unable to see. I had applied to the government for disability, but they denied me. I worried about how I would care for my children when one of them would strike me.

Then one day, one of them hit me hard. I wasn’t able to balance myself enough to move, and I was unable to see. I lay on the floor of my bedroom, not knowing what to do.

I cried out to my God for help.

I stayed there praying for about an hour.

Then my oldest boy came upstairs to see me. He was about five years old.

I told him that I knew how hungry he must be, and to be patient; at some point I should be able to go back down stairs to feed everyone.

He told me not to worry, and that he went ahead and fed everyone.

I was dumbfounded.

“With what?” I asked him. I thought maybe he had given everyone some cereal or crackers, though I balked at the thought of him climbing up that high without supervision to get them. They were stored in the upper cabinets far out of their reach.

But what he did give them astounded me even further.

“Oh,” he said, as if it was no big deal, ”I made them pizza.”

“What?! How did they manage to eat it frozen?” (My mind was still trying to wrap around the thought that my son was able to dig through the big flat freezer to find one, much less that he would think to try and eat it.)

“I put it in the oven just like you do, and cooked it for them.”

“But how? You don’t know how to work the oven yet!”

“Yes I do. I watched how you did it, and I did what you did.”

I was floored.

“Is there any left?”

“No,” he said. “We ate it all.”

He must have cooked it well if everyone ate it.

Then I realized; God had answered my prayer in a way I had never anticipated.

This was the child that had a disability; he had been diagnosed with severe Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and Oppositional Defiance Disorder, as well as some learning disorders. In my son’s case, these were fancy names for some nasty demons, though I did not come to this realization for some years yet. But for this child to behave as he did, was a miracle in itself. He was the one I would worry over; his impulsivity had gotten him into trouble many times before. For him to behave so responsibly and helpful, was quite unexpected. He had even managed to turn the oven off when he was done cooking the pizza!

After this incident, I no longer wondered if I should give up my children to Child Protective Services. God was telling me to keep them, and I knew then that He would indeed provide the way for us.

In the end, He did even better than that; he removed the migraines from me!

During Hanukkah, we recall the miracles that Christ has done in our lives. This was one of them.

May the Lord Jesus Christ bless you greatly and give you His peace!

C. Dunamis