I was weak. I was vulnerable. I was scared.
I was recovering from three consecutive major surgeries. I was heavily drugged … And I was under attack.
I was hearing voices, not happy, reassuring voices, these voices were low and demonic. In my mind’s eye, I was being visually attacked by creatures-creatures from the “underworld. (Satan likes to come after us when we’re at our lowest point. (Satan Tempts Jesus) Satan knows that the only way to possibly influence us is when we are laid wide open. Our minds are most easily influenced in this state.)
In fear, my soul cried out to my Savior. With the assurance that I am a child of God, I knew that He would protect me. Lying in my bed, I began mentally reciting scriptures from memory, singing praises to God, and denouncing Satan. Shouting at him in my mind, telling him, “You have no power over me! I belong to God, and he will protect me!”
Gradually the creatures began to disappear, replaced by blooming flowers. One of Jesus’s names is “the Rose of Sharon.” I believe the flowers were to remind me that He was with me. As a sense of peace enveloped me, I eventually relaxed and went to sleep.
This is an experience I pray I never have to go through again. But I am grateful for the result of the strengthening of my faith, and the increased knowledge of God’s ever presence in my life.
