Wednesday, August 18, 2010

ATTAK, ATTACK!

Now usually, I wouldnt blog this early in the morning: especially after I posted a blog last night. But I knew there was a reason I was up this early, I need to blog.

The devil has really been throwing things at me lately. Once we got back from Verge, he decided he wanted to sit on my bed and taunt me. After that, he tried to get me with an attitude with my parents. Then I was in a car wreck. Then there was the Monday night incident. But last night? Thats been the worste in a lonnnnnnng time. Before I go to bed, I pray every night that God would protect my mind, my siblings's minds, and my parents mind from anything the devil might throw at us. Tonight, the devil got in. But dont get me wrong, Im not saying that God doesnt listen to me and wants the devil to take me down: NONONO. I believe God will let the devil get to us A) see if we'll stand up for him, and walk in our authority & B) to somewhat "scare" us, and show us what its really like in hell.

I went to bed around 11:30 last night, and went to bed as usual. For some reason though, I heard a voice say "Expect him". I believe it was God, but I honestly was not sure. I was just expecting to see him standing in the corner again, and Id just have to cast him out like last time: not a problem, I have that authority. No, mucho grande worse mi amor.

DREAM #1: I was with Whitney & I believe Katie from work, and we were driving around somewhere. Some guy was following us, and he was keeping up pretty well with us. When we got to a card store (why a card store, I have no idea) I had to call 911, and I was literally freaking out in my dream. Once I woke up from that, I prayed that God would protect me from anything else the devil would chuck my way. When I went back to bed, I was laying on my stomach and I had my left foot out and my right one tucked up near me (weird sleeping position ... I know). I swear I felt the devil sitting on me, and that was enough to freak the heck out of me. But, I finally fell back asleep around 11:35 I'd say.

DREAM #2: I honestly dont remember how it started, and it really wasn't a long dream. But I was home, and the boy I fell in love with came to my house to talk to me. After we talked, we were in like a kitchen or something. Completely flirty, and romantic. He had his arms around me, kissing my neck, diong all the things we used to do in a relationship. And he told me: "I left her, were not together anymore". I think the devil threw this at me, because that was something I'd wished for for SO long. Is that he would leave her for me, and in my dream he did so. I also think he trhew this at me, because this used to tear me up: bad. Whenever I'd have dreams about him, or re - live the memories, I couldnt stop thinking about them or I wouldnt be able to handle the pain. Its funny to throw it in his face (the devils face) because God healed me from that. I no longer want to be with him, it no longer hurts me like it used to, and those chains have already been broken. Its kinda pathetic to watch him try ya know?


"And when the oceans rage, I dont have to be afraid. Because I KNOW that You love me: Your love never fails". This song means so much, because its so true! Nobody can avoid the storms of life: but God always walks with you through them. "You hold my every moment, You calm my raging seas. You walk with me through fire, and heal all my disease". So many songs have so many lyrics that I could use to talk about this, so I might just do so. Im mainly just trying to get a point across, as I do ALL my blogs. It says in Hebrews 13:5 " ... because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." NIV. Now, I can finally believe that: because He has never left me, or forsaken me. He's always right by my side in the situations. And ever since Verge, He's the only thing I've looked for during those situations.

I LOVE JESUS. Hehe :)





"Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be your name. You give and take away, my heart will choose to say: blessed be your name."

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