Untold Stories

I usually don't tell stories about evil. For a few reasons:
1) I'm afraid you'll think I'm crazy (yes, I'm learning I fear man more)
2) I want to give G the credit and not evil.
3) I dont want the focus to be on evil.
4) I fight the lie that it didn't really happen, it's not that big of deal.
5) I'm afraid you'll dismiss me/the words I say as "one of them"

I realized that if I dont tell you what's going on 1) how can you be praying for us, 2) you aren't edified about what's really going on and growing in a bigger reality of who He is, and 3) when I come home I dont have to dump a lot on you, you can walk with me and learn in the process.

Here are two stores (one today and one tomorrow) I dont normally tell but I want to because they reflect His goodness. Don't walk away looking at this going "oh my gosh, can you believe this?" but instead walk away saying "Man, this is a reality, but G is so much greater."

Spiritual attack is kind of a normal thing. In America we deal with it and it usually looks more like the avoidance technique by evil. They attack but not enough to make you realize they're real. They pass it off as "bad day/bad luck," "just a weird dream," or sometimes "my flesh getting in the way." Where as I still fight with that lie, other times I know they're real so they dont need to tippy-toe but can be more aggressive.

My team and I were lifting one night for different things and I ask specifically for my parents to get to experience some of the supernatural as supernatural so they know what life is like over here and so we can understand each other better. 2o minutes later I get an email from my mom. A co-worker was driving to school and spotted some clouds with her child in the backseat. A cross, an angels wing, a pitchfork, another angels wing, then 3 crosses. What did this mean? The pitchfork was over the angels wing which meant there was a battle going on. My mom started to cry recognizing "my son's in the middle of that battle. I need to pr for him more today." I was quite excited by this email because our prs are being answered and my parents were seeing more of reality.

My thought was, "things dont seem to be that bad. I mean nothing more than normal." Then it hit.

It was a really rough week. One day just seemed to be attacked a lot with lust, then the next day depression, then two days later anger and frustration, then isolation, then extreme apathy and laziness (like I knew it was wrong but the more I tried to move the more tired I got and the more I felt like I was going to throw up). I was just worn down and beat from it. So this day was probably the heaviest because I had been alone all day and painting and lesson planning, listening to messages, and pr - lots of attack and such. I had tried to rebuke whatever it was each day with His name (sometimes I did and it was good - other times I didn't and just put up with it (bad idea)). But after this day that was the worst I had a vision/dream that night as I was falling asleep. I didn't realize the full weight of it until I woke up and wrote started writing it down.

Jesus had a demon by the shirt collar pinned to the ground and said "No.He’s mine. Do you understand? You can’t have him. Now stop it. Got it?” When the demon didn't respond, but kind of looks to the side in avoidance, Jesus tightens His hold around his neck, pulls him a little closer, raises His voice and says, “Got it?!” As the demon nods with a shriveling “yes” in agreeance, Jesus slams Him down and backs up still standing over him.

Had a few other dreams that night, not all good, but the final dream was talking to a counselor about the depression. She shared a story of her life and it all clicked and lifted. No idea what the story was but it was a testimony of hers. The next morning after the last dream, I woke up and there was this weird silence. I could hear the lady upstairs, the cars outside, the washing machine next door, but in my room there was this strange silence. It was so peaceful and quiet. There was peace in this silence. I can't quite explain the noise before but voices mixed with wind/breathing 'ahhhhh' but now it was gone. I didn't realize it until it was gone. As I tried to write about it I just started crying because of the tangible peace resting on me. He's soooo good.

I'm so glad for His faithfulness and His freedom He brings. No attack or fear should be left. He's defeated it all and paid for it all at the cross. Their is power in His name. Don't be afraid to use it. He is always always bigger.