Only my immediate family know about what happened to me.
It’s strange to share it here, but no one I know has ever asked…so I’ve never told.
About four years ago I had something evil (a demon) come to me.
I was tucking in my sleeping b/g twins when I realized that I had taken off my cross necklace. (Just a passing kind of thought…like if I had taken off any other piece of jewelry, but my cross felt like protection to me.) At the same moment, in the corner of the room was a dark figure…very hard to describe. No features…just like a black shadow, but it was in my bedroom.
I tried to scream for my DH, but at that moment it flew across the room and went in my mouth. In me. 8-(
I changed tremendously after that.
I WAS happy, content, patient, never raised my voice…ect.
Afterwards, I really felt possessed…insane…outburst of rage for no reason at all…depressed.
I honestly believe it came from a lady next door who had just moved in about a year earlier. We were having a lot of problems.
She was beating her child…her little girl would take her clothes of to children in the neighborhood…molesting other little girls at school getting suspended…on & on. Just very bad stuff.
Well, I couldn’t understand why God would let this happen to me…especially to my children. They were so affected by me.
It took a long time to figure it all out (even though I still don’t know exactly WHY). I feel it’s because God wanted me to depend on him more. I basically ignored him. I said prayers before meals and before bed, but that was it…nothing else. I had a cross or two in the house, but they were more for decoration!
I doubt if I really thought about Him during my day. We were just so happy that He showed me I forgot to give him any thanks. I probably never thanked Him for anything while I was enjoying my life with my kids…it just seemed so perfect I neglected to lean on Him or thank Him or even acknowledge all the good is only because He let it happen.
That’s all changed. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed if He didn’t allow it all to happen. With tears I say that I wish He would have done it differently because it was that awful, but I think I understand and for the first time I need to say I’m grateful He cared so much about me. Instead of constantly asking WHY and praying it never happens again… from now on I"ll say, “Thank you, Lord, for loving me so much.” Wow, that sounds & feels so much better.
Thank you for posting the question.
Maria