“Put on the full armour of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.”
I just had the most “heart-beating” nightmare in my life. I woke up feeling the pain of a heart attack. I am sure if I did not wake up at that point, it might literally fail beating afterwards. It was the sequel to the prior dream in the same night. I was in a very dark bathroom with a little boy who was trying to scare me with evil spirit. He proclaimed that I was all alone, I was left behind and I was surrounded by evil spirit that will harm me. I was a little frightened at first because that place seemed very dark and desert, then the little boy turned into a spirit himself and was laughing at me. At that point, I got angry and left the bathroom, yelling out loud that “God loves me, Jesus loves me, Angels are around me, I am not afraid!” and then before I woke up, I eventually could see the light again and my family in the horizon.
As if this was not enough, I felt asleep again shortly and I saw myself in a hospital full of people fleeing from the place as it was filled with dead bodies and spirits. I was looking for my son as the father was nowhere in my sight. I was helped by a nurse who told me he was missing. The next minute there were two men, they were brothers, one was demon possessed and the other was not, who captured my son and would not return to me, I saw my son started to lose conscious and became demon possessed, so I yelled out loud that “God loves me, God loves us and God loves you” to the evil spirit and my strength has grew when I pushed the door opened with my fingers only and was able to save my son. But then they kept coming towards us, now both brothers were changed. I managed to pass my son back to the father, saving one of the brothers with the help of the other. The important thing is, when I said to the evil spirit that God loves you too, they looked really frightened and fled. I was shouting out loud repeatedly that I woke up with the pain in my chest as the heart was pumping so fast it really hurts.
I immediately believed this is what’s called a spiritual warfare. The more I love my God and have trust in him, the more I feel vulnerable. As soon as I started to preach more boldly to my family, friends and strangers about the love of God and Jesus with confidence, I started to get nightmares frequently. The enemy know my weaknesses, he tempted me with people who wronged me first, but I forgave them with compassion already, so it didn’t work. Then they scared me with children whom I swore to protect, but I hold on to my integrity and it didn’t work. Finally, they used all my family members to frighten me, but this only made me even stronger. Of course, I would fight the battle even with nothing left but my bare hands, when it comes to my child. Why would they keep testing me?
I hope this mean I am on the right path, and that is why they were attacking me like this, night after night. Because during the day, my loved ones are under God’s protection so they could only try me at night when I was vulnerable in my sleep. But little did they know I prayed even during my dream, and I know who has my back. I was fearless when they tried to tell me God doesn’t love me because I know with full confident that he does. God told me he was giving me salt and pepper to heal, and I still have a chance to meet him in Heaven. I was not forgotten. And by sending the angels to meet me twice, I was told my guardian angel was from South Carolina and He is with me all the time. I saw his back once and his feet once, as I was unable to see him face to face due to the light, he radiant. How would I fear if I have all these protections? And let’s not forget:
3 years ago, my son, was under the sudden attack of acute disseminated encephalomyelitis (ADEM) where I was alone in the hospital waiting room, hearing all the doctors and nurses rushing in to get him back to life. I heard the long beep, I saw his bed passing by to the ICU, I signed the whole deck of document which I couldn’t really read. But yet, I had faith. I wrote to my vicar from my beautiful church, and his beautiful class chat group. And when everyone was crying and losing sleep, I prayed. The next day when I returned to the ICU, despite the doctor was telling me the chance was slim as he didn’t wake up, and that it was okay to cry, I walked into the room, looking at my son, I smiled with confidence and called his name gently. He woke up immediately. All the doctors and nurses immediately came to us and said it was a miracle.
Today is his nine years old birthday, and all those lovely people who prayed for us from the church andhe school would still come to me till this day and said that they believed it was a miracle in awe. I am glad this incident has strengthened many Christian’s hearts and faith, and even touched many who didn’t believe in Christ before. But actually, this was not the only time God has performed miracles in my life. Maybe someday I should write all these amazing stories down to help those who needs to hear them but for now, I am grateful as every breathe I could take, I looked at my son then to the sky, I know how to fight every battle for my Lord with boldness and firmness.
“The LORD will grant that the enemies who rise up against you will be defeated before you. They will come at you from one direction but flee from you in seven.”
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