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

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Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation

A dream…

The dream began with a nuclear bomb of some kind suddenly going off. The bomb was many miles away from where I, (a young female adult believer,) stood. The area was very flat, with no hills around it to hide the city from view, so I could see the mushroom cloud quite clearly. The earth shook and trembled under its force, and I had to steady myself lest I fall. This explosion was not the white fluffy mushroom ones I had seen before on television; it was black and the mushroom part was deeply red colored instead. The sky was dark, though from the time of day or night or the bomb itself, I could not tell for sure. (I sensed it was night time.) The earth roiled and changed colors like smoldering coals in a fire, first charring everything black, then suddenly blowing back to life with red hot fire, before returning to the black color once again. This red fire rippled outwards like a pebble thrown in a pond, till the end of its reach left spots of black char among the untouched ground.

Then from among this vision, came a person, walking away from the bomb blast. She was followed by others, trickling in, trying to get as far away from the blast as they could. Some dropped and died as they walked, while the survivors kept walking, wanting so very badly to get as far away from it as possible, despite knowing that for them it was probably too late and that they also would end up dead.

God’s people reacted totally different to the devastation; they had the attitude that as they were not dead yet, they would keep serving and following God till they no longer could. Those Christians whose faith was weak, succumbed to the radiation and died. Those who believed that Jesus could save them from the radiation survived with no side effects from the radiation. It was as if they were somehow immune to it.

These Christian survivors tried to witness to others, and the way these believers remained in good health was a visual reminder of a miracle that could be theirs too, if they came to Christ. There were a few who turned to Christ and were saved, (from both the radiation and from hell,) but most turned away from the good news and died, for they simply could not bring themselves to believe in such a miracle or in the God that gave it to His children.

My heart ached to see those people die without Christ.

Farther out from the blast, people were panicking, and running to the stores to buy provisions. I found myself outside a Target store, looking at the long lines of people waiting for their turn to get in. Target employees were trying to keep the people in line and orderly. Many people were buying odd stuff, like masses of paper towels, that would not be of much use to them over the long haul. You could only buy as much as you could carry, for cars and other motorized transportation was not working. Walking was the only way to get from place to place.

You could tell who were the real believers and who were not, simply by the look on their faces. Those who were believers in Jesus Christ, had positive thoughts, and this was reflected outwards towards others. There was a peace about them that stood out from all the chaos around them. Those who were not believers were in shock, and walked around as if in a daze, unable to think clearly.

I was not able to tell how the people buying the stuff payed for it, or if it was simply given away to them. You still had to wait in long lines to check out your items, but even the watches on peoples arms had stopped working, so I did not know what other kind of mechanics had been left in working condition, to charge the people.

I woke up and felt both sad and hopeful over the dream. Sad that such a thing had happened, yet hopeful having witnessed the believers being immune to the radiation. I wondered if this was a warning dream, and I wondered if it might actually happen one day. I wondered if in the future I would get another dream to confirm this one.

I then went back to sleep.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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The Spilled Blood Of Unbelievers On Halloween

Last fall, there was a really bad car accident just a few miles from where we live. The road at this particular place winds back and forth, and is quite narrow. However, it is paved, which leads some people to think that they can take the turns too fast. Well one day, a car came around the bend so fast, (a fancy sports car, no less, reported to be going WAY over the speed limit,) that it veered into the on coming lane in order to make the turn. Sadly, another family of adults was in a car in that very lane, right when the guy went into their lane. A head on collision resulted.

The crash was so bad, that the bodies were thrown from the cars. So much blood was lost from their injuries, that the dark stains covered three car lengths long of pavement on one side, and another car length on the other side of the road.

We came upon the accident scene, right as the tow trucks came to remove all the car parts.

There was so much blood there, that it pooled in places where the road had sunk.

My kids gasped as we passed the accident scene, and I figured it was because they had seen the multitude of car pieces along the side, all smashed up. (Neither car was left, just car parts.) But instead, one of them spoke up for the others and said “mom, those people who spilled their blood on that pavement were NOT believers!”

I thought the comment kind of odd, so I asked them, “How can you tell?”

“Demons are there. They are attracted to all the spilled blood.” At this, all the kids gave their nod of agreement.

“But how can you tell if they were believers or not?”

The child who had spoken just shrugged. “I just know.”

“Do you think they died?” (After loosing so much blood, I had wondered if it was even possible for them to survive.)

“I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think so.”

When we got back home that night, we heard about the accident on the local news. The people were taken to the hospital, and a few were air lifted to another bigger hospital, in order for them to get the help they needed.

Last we heard, the people had managed to survive.

The child who had made the comment in the car earlier as we drove past the scene, told me that she was positive that if those people had died, their souls would have been taken down immediately into hell.

We all stopped then, to pray for them, that before they did leave this earth, they would become believers in Jesus Christ.

No one ever returned to the scene to mop up all the blood. It remained there, soaked, stained, and dried into the pavement for all who passed that way to see.

But we noticed an interesting thing; as the days progressed closer to Halloween, the numbers of demons seen hanging around the dried blood increased. Each time we drove by, we could see more and more demons hanging over it. Even rain didn’t change anything; the demons remained and so did the dark blood stain.

Somehow these demons seemed to obtain energy and power from the blood, almost as if they were feeding off of it. A few would brake away from it to chase us down the road, but they soon gave up the chase and returned to the area, after we bound them up in the name of Jesus and prohibited them from attacking us.

The night before Halloween, when we drove past that area, my kids told me that they could see that the demons had increased their numbers to such a level, that it was hard to focus on seeing just one. They moved and swirled as a pack, whirling upwards like a crescendo, and had greatly grown in size and evilness. They said it was almost hard to see the regular world; the demons formed such a thick, black, solid wall. Their chorus of noise, yelling, screeching, cursing, coarse laughing, and speaking in their vile tongues, reached my kids ears as I drove slowly by. I myself could not hear them, but I sensed a great evil there, and I found myself quoting Psalm 91 out loud. I then sensed and then seen an angel of the Lord riding in front of our car, fighting off the hoards of demons as we drove through them. In the back of our car, was another angel, fighting them off as we drove away.

I must admit, I was not eager to go back out onto the road again after that, but a few days later, in the evening, when we drove by that place once again, we found to my great surprise that there was no demons there at all!

We passed that place many times after, but did not see the amount of demons that we had like that night before Halloween. Maybe one or two, every now and then. We would sense that great evil had once been there, but that was about it.

Now, a year later, the county saw fit to re-pave the road, so now there is no more visual blood reminder of what had once happened there. Even tonight, as I drove past the place, I could sense that evil was haunting near by, similar to what it is like when one stumbles onto cursed land. But nothing like it had been before.

Now, on the night before this Halloween, I find myself wondering about other blood-spilled places in the world, and if the demons are gathering there to get their energy, before they go off to do their evil, just like they did when the blood of unbelievers was spilled near us.

Great evil is done on the night of Halloween. It is the demons most sacred day, when they are revered by the people, and offerings are made unto them and their master. They party with glee and gather up energy from all the revelry for the coming year.

Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, (I loved dressing up,) but now it is a day of mourning for all of us. This Halloween, we will be staying in. We will light the seven-candled menorah (because it is a Friday night, the Sabbath,) and give thanks to our Lord and God, for His protection, grace, and abounding love.

We will also pray that the people of God are protected from such malevolence that runs loose on this most evil of nights…

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Psalm 91

Who so dwelleth in the [a]secret of the most High, shall abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

[b]I will say unto the Lord, O my hope, and my fortress: he is my God, in him will I trust.

Surely I will deliver thee from the [c]snare of the hunter, and from the noisome pestilence.

He will cover thee under his wings, and thou shalt be sure under his feathers: his [d]truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

[e]Thou shalt not be afraid of the fear of the night: nor of the arrow that flieth by day:

Nor of the pestilence that walketh in the darkness: nor of the plague that destroyeth at noon day.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come near thee.

Doubtless with thine [f]eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

For thou hast said, The Lord is mine hope: thou hast set the most High for thy refuge.

10 There shall none evil come unto thee, neither shall any plague come near thy tabernacle.

11 [g]For he shall give his Angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways.

12 They shall bear thee in their hands, that thou hurt not thy foot against a stone.

13 Thou shalt walk upon the lion and asp: the [h]young lion, and the dragon shalt thou tread under feet.

14 [i]Because he hath loved me, therefore will I deliver him: I will exalt him because he hath known my Name.

15 He shall call upon me, and I will hear him: I will be with him in trouble: I will deliver him, and glorify him.

16 With [j]long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation.

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Deut. 19:10 – “That no innocent blood be shed within thy land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee to inherit, [f]lest blood be upon thee.”

Deut. 21:8-9 – “O Lord, be merciful unto thy people Israel, whom thou hast redeemed, and lay no innocent blood to the charge of thy people Israel, and the blood shall be forgiven them.  So shalt thou take away the cry of innocent blood from thee, when thou shalt do that which is right in the sight of the Lord.”

Genesis 4:8-12 – “Then Cain spake unto Abel his brother. And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
Then the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? Who answered, I cannot tell. [h]Am I my brother’s keeper? Again he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me, from the earth. Now therefore thou art cursed [j]from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother’s blood from thine hand. When thou shalt till the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: a [k]vagabond and a runagate shalt thou be in the earth.”

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