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I wasn't brought up in a Christian home, so I didn't know very much about Satan, Jesus or about my Angels.
I was very young when Satan tried to come into my life. I was eight years old and my sister was seven. One late night something woke me out of a sound sleep. Satan was standing in our closet, our closet didn't have a door, so you could see right into it.
He was calling to the both of us to come into the closet, where he was. I couldn't have moved, even if I had wanted too. There was no way I was going to walk anywhere near that closet. I knew who was in there ...
He smelled so bad, I thought I was going to be sick. My sister got out of bed and started walking towards the closet, I kept telling her not too, but she seemed not to hear me, and went in anyway.
She was in there all night, I didn't go back to sleep. I couldn't call out for help because I thought that he might come out after me. When my sister did come out of the closet, she was never the same person. She would never bother me, but she was very evil. The state put her into a reform school when she was eleven years old, she was only out for a few years and the state put her in prison.
After seeing Satan, bad thing began to happen to me. He has tried to kill me many times, only I didn't know it was Satan doing those things to me, because I wasn't a Christian at that time.
The evil one has come to see me many times, I have had more near death experiences than I care to talk about. When he came to see me, I was so terrified I couldn't move... that kind of fear stays with you the rest of your life. I could always smell him before I knew that he was near me. I will tell you of just one of the many times he came to me.
One night I woke up because I could smell him, he was standing right over my bed, he was leaning down, his mouth was almost touching my stomach, he was sending me pictures of what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to rip out my heart or soul. He really wanted me dead.
When that didn't work, he started working on my ex-husband, and my health. If Satan couldn't kill me, he would have my husband, at that time, do it for him.
My husband would get drunk and beat me, sometimes he wasn't even drinking when he felt like trying to kill me. I have had quite a few surgeries because of him. The last time he ever beat me, he carried me into the hospital and told them that he had killed me. He almost did. All I can say is that he mis-used me in every way he could.
When I got out of the hospital that time, I left him. The reason I waited so long to leave him, was because he was in the Air Force and we were living in Roswell, New Mexico, a long way from Oregon. I had four small children, but I knew that I had to leave him this time because the next time he would kill me. I had to leave my children and that almost broke my heart.
I'm not saying that Satan doesn't still mess with me anymore, because that would be a lie. He keeps trying to make me fall from my Christian walk, and I know that is the way it will be until the Lord comes for us.
When Satan does come to me, I just tell him that I'm a Child of Jesus Christ and have been saved.
About eight years ago, I was drinking and smoking real hard and began to get real sick. Now I knew I had an Angel that was always by my side, but now that I was getting sicker, my Angel was getting brighter and brighter. I could actually see a form in the middle of the bright light. It got to the point where I was spending more time in the hospital than at home. By this time my Angel was as clear as if I was looking at another person.
MY doctor told me that if I didn't stop smoking, that I would be dead in a few months. I said to myself, I couldn't die now, I have too may things left to do. I wasn't sure what was in store for me, I just knew that things were going to change in my life.
I did stop smoking and drinking, and even though I now have a wonderful husband that takes very good care of me, I still felt that something was missing in my life.
One day about two years ago, I was driving down the street and I looked over to the side of the road, and there sat a small Church. It wasn't a big fancy Church, but it seemed to call to me. I said to myself, I'm going to that Church tomorrow ... I did go to that Church the very next day. The name of the Church is Sonrise Fellowship, we are a Pentecostal Church. As soon as I walked into that Church, I just started crying, because I knew I was home.
I could feel Jesus calling to me .... that very night, I gave myself to Jesus. I love him so much, God is so awesome and he loves us so much. Since I gave myself over to the Lord, my blessing have increased 100 fold.
A few months after I started going to Sonrise Fellowship Church, the Lord blessed me with the gift of speaking in the heavenly language. My Angel was so happy, I could hear her singing all the time for the next few days.
Now my husband, daughter and son go to church with me.
A few months ago, Satan really tried to come down hard on me, he tried to sneak up on me at my weakest point. In January '99, I had to have major surgery on my neck. My first night home, I slept on the sofa in the living room, it was more comfortable for me. About two in the morning, something woke me out of a sound sleep ( I was on some very strong pain medication and shouldn't have been awake), I thought I had to go to the bathroom. I got up and was about halfway cross the living room, when something hit me real hard between my shoulder blades.
I hit the floor so hard that I saw stars, then I smelled him near me. I was so weak from surgery to fight him. He slamed his foot on my back, then he lifted it up. I was trying to pick myself up and he slamed his foot back down again, this time it felt like he was trying to push me right thru the floor.
All I could think of was Jesus, Jesus. I can't say how, but I saw Jesus sweeping down under Satan's feet, and the evil one was gone in the blink of an eye... Even now when I try and talk about this, I start crying.
I talk to the Lord all the time, but there are no words to descirbe how it felt when Jesus covered my body with his. I know that's a blessing that very few people get, but God has shown me in a vision that I have a mission to do. But now is not the time I am to talk about this.
I go to Church as much as I can. I am a youth leader and do hospitality in my Church. When I'm sleeping I sometimes pray to the Lord, I don't know who or what I am praying for, don't think I'm supposed to know that at this time. I'm also a prayer intercessor and prayer warrior. Some of the younger ones at church, call me mom or mother. I can tell when someone is hurting, for one reason or another, and I will talk to them and find out what's wrong. I will usually fix up a card for them or give them some kind of blessing.
You know that depression is Satan's tool, and is working on anyone that he can. We just have to love all our brothers and sisters, praying all the time, as our time is getting short.
I just wanted to share my story with you, hoping that it might help someone.
Your Sister in Christ
Carol, Angelhugs |
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