Fight For Him On The Battlefield

A dream…

I am in a place that is reminiscent of a day care center, where you drop off your child for the day, and then pick them up after work. I am standing in the entrance way, with the check in booth to the left, and an inner foyer behind that. There is another doorway behind this to the right, where I sensed their charges were kept. This doorway did not have the usual door, but instead had a curtain of translucent multi-colored and multi-faceted beads to mark the entrance to that room.

The place is very dark and somber, despite the one good-sized window in the back. It was a place that I would normally not go to, for I knew that it was an unclean place. But I had been sent there, to deliver a message to the people. I had come to help set the captives free.

Just then, I seen a short robed figure come out of the back room. The beads barely wavered behind her, as she glided out smoothly and came to a stop before the entrance way. She took no human steps as such, but seemed to float  forward in one long smooth movement. The front of her gown parted in a small wave, revealing the luxurious deep purple velvet beneath it. Her hands looked to be holding on to her elbows beneath the robe, giving the front of her a perfectly square silhouette, as no hands or fingertips were seen. The ends of her sleeves met one another in the center directly over her chest. She stood there and paused. Her hooded robe was made of smooth black satin, and I could tell that the whole length of it was completely lined in that purple velvet.

I could just barely make out her face peaking out from the hood. It was so dark where she stood, that it was hard to make out much of her features. But I could tell she was definitely human and quite petite, almost dainty in her bone structure, and that she was very very feminine.

She then began to speak softly, her words at first sounding melodious and lilting.

“I am a celestial being” she tells me, “from the…” (blah blah blah,) – at this point I could not even understand what she was saying, it was as if the Lord Himself had stepped in and muffled that sound from me in order to protect me, but then I could just make out the words- “astral plane of higher consciousness…”

I felt her spell of words, sounding so beautiful to the ears, yet her breath reeked from the curses and death beneath it.

The woman would have continued on with her spell, but I would not stand for it any longer. So I stood there in the foyer, moved my feet apart so that they were firmly planted upon the ground, and then gave her my response.

“NO! You are not! You are a Satanist! Your power comes straight from the pit of hell!”

Upon hearing this, the robed feminine satanist melts and dissolves into nothingness.

Then the earth beneath my feet began to shake, and I knew then that it was a great earthquake.

Things fell from the walls, and plaster began to fall in large chunks from the ceiling. I knew they were trying to scare me off, but I stood my ground! I cast them out in the name of Jesus, and told them to go back to the pit from whence they came.

Great rolls and waves of hideous demons rushed at me, snapping, clawing, biting, attacking, but still I somehow stood my ground.

Then the earthquake stopped.

I said, “I will not leave! I have come to set the captives FREE!”

At the word ‘free’, I felt an answering earthquake coming from MY God. This quake was way more powerful than the previous one, and it affected the demons far more than it did me. I simply held on and continued to stand there unmoved, but the demons were being shaken from their foundations and their rafters and the walls from where they were covertly hanging, and once they were exposed, they were quickly sucked downwards, disappearing beneath the floor.

I continued speaking. “I am a much beloved daughter of the Most High! My Righteous King will send an ARMY of His angels to protect me! How then can ANY evil overtake me! I am sheltered under His wings! They shelter me! He rescues me from EVERY trap! His faithful promises are MY ARMOR!” I then added on in a whisper that seemed to oddly hit them even harder than any previous words I had yet spoken, “I will not fear YOU…”

I continued to cast out those that still remained. The demons tried to rush at me again to startle and scare me, this time in an effort to get me to forget the Word of God. But I was able to remember enough scripture well enough, to fight them off.

I then woke up, and then realized that I was still fighting them off in my bedroom!

But then I spoke something out loud that surprised me. And once it left my lips, I knew without a doubt in my heart that it was true. What its meaning was I did not yet know, but I knew it to be His truth. I sensed it was some kind of  weapon against them. So I said it again, this time almost shouting it back at them.

“I am a belaying pin for the Lord!”

I felt a rush of strength come into my body, allowing me to continue to fight them with unwavering tenacity.

I also realized with sudden clarity, why this attack had been made against me. Satanist wanted to stop me from posting on this blog. They wanted to make my purpose vain, to break my bonds with Christ, to cut off all hope from me, and to drive me to a place where their god satan could destroy me.

I straightened myself up to my full height, planted my feet apart once again upon my bedroom floor, and firmly continued to speak out loud.

“I WILL NOT STOP from posting on my blog! This attacking coven of witches will fall and not stand! I claim that whatever evil they send to us is returned to them ten fold! The Word of God will prevail, along with His servants. The captives will be set FREE!”

After I said this, I cast out the satanist(s) who had invaded my bedroom and my sleep, and cut their silver cords and lay lines.

Their shadows and presence all then dissolved into nothingness like smoke on a windy day.

Calling forth a host of angels to protect me and my family, I pleaded the blood of Jesus over us all.

I then felt the strong comforting breath of His army all around me. I lifted up a glass of water to the ceiling in a toast, and said “To The Lord God Of All! All praise be to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!” I exclaimed.

“YES!”, the angels replied all together in one mighty shout , lifting their arms up to heaven along with me.

I basked in the light of these angels, as they stood around me in my little room, smiling at me, encouraging me, and patting me on the back for hanging in there. They kept telling me that I was indeed a belaying pin for the Lord, and to never give up in the fight against the evil one.

It was several hours before their presence completely faded, but their hope and encouragement in me as that worthy belaying pin for our Lord lingered in my spirit for many days.

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I had heard of a belaying pin before, but I could not quite remember where. I thought it might be a pin of sorts to a grenade or something, but that made no sense to me. Then the Holy Spirit told me to go look it up. What I found made me smile.

For as long as I can remember, I have always struggled to be able to memorize things. From multiplication tables as a small child, to the memorization of life-giving scriptures, I struggled where to others it would come naturally. The bible refers to the Word as a sword one would use to fight off the evil one. I had so very often felt sub-par or unusable by my God because of this, as if I was somehow only half prepared to fight for Him on the battlefield.

When I looked up the definition of ‘belaying pin’, I found that it had been mostly used on the larger sailing ships, to help hold the sails in their place. However, when invaders tried to come aboard the ship, the sailors who had no sword next to them at that moment, would quickly remove a belaying pin from the wall and use it like a sword to fight off the enemy. A straight good-sized short stick with a handle made of either hardwood or brass, it was a blunt instrument without finesse, but it served both its purposes well.

Isn’t that sweet of Him? He can still find a use for me, even with my limitations.

I share this testimony with you, despite it being of a more personal nature, in the hopes that it too, will inspire you to still keep fighting the good fight, even though it may feel at times like you are not enough, or may even feel broken in some way. Our God is so VERY mighty, that He can use whatever we are for His glory, His people, His honor, and His kingdom!

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“Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life…”
(1 Timothy 6:12)

“The Lord is righteous; He has cut in two the cords of the wicked.” (Psalm 129:4)

“Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I call upon Thee; Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol. Let the lying lips be dumb, Which speak arrogantly against the righteous with pride and contempt.” (Psalm 31:17-18)

“Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall injure you.” (Luke 10:19)

“And the God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.” (Romans 16:20)

“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)” (2 Corinthians 10:3-4)

“The one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning. The Son of God appeared for this purpose, that He might destroy the works of the devil.” (1 John 3:8)

“You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

“…He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)

“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.”
(Psalm 18:1-3)

“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. Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.”
(Psalm 18:6-7, 9)

“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?”
(Psalm 18:30-31)

“The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted. He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man. Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises unto thy name.”
(psalm 18:46, 48-49)

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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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