Thankful He Hears
I was in prayer when my cell phone began ringing. I wasn’t going to answer it…
Terrifying attacks were being made on my family, specifically my daughter. I’d been meeting with our pastor and his wife to pray against these attacks for two weeks at this point. I felt a great deal of anxiety when my cell phone rang once, twice, three times, and then a fourth. I wasn’t going to cut our prayer short though. I needed Jesus to prepare me for battle. When we closed our prayer, and I checked my call log, I saw my children had been calling. I listened to the messages my eldest son had left for me. Every one of them was the same, “Hurry home. PLEASE!”
I hurried home, and I could hear screaming upstairs as I entered. It was a mix of terrified screaming and heinous laughter. I looked down the stairs of our split-level house and saw four scared boys staring back at me. I walked upstairs and found my nine-year-old daughter writhing on the floor howling, laughing, and screaming uncontrollably.
These fits had been occurring since she was only six months old. We never knew how bad they were going to be or when they were going to start, but they would carry on for hours and rip our family apart emotionally. Two weeks prior to this incident, she finally had the words to express what was happening. “The voices are mumbling and hurting me.” It was a horrifying answer to our biggest question, but I knew we were not unarmed. I tried to call out the demons torturing my daughter in the name of Jesus, but the first time it just caused the fit to escalate and continue to escalate throughout the following two weeks. This time I walked into the battle for my daughter fully prayed-up, determined, and feeling confident in the Holy Spirit.
“I come in the name and power of Jesus Christ. This is my daughter; this is His child. You cannot have her. You will not take her. I bind you in the name of Jesus Christ. He will dispose of you. His Holy Spirit is upon this house and this family, and in Jesus Christ we are washed clean and released from your evil.”
My mouth and everything in me spoke these words with the confidence that only comes from the Holy Spirit of God. My daughter screamed out and then went silent and she fell asleep for the next two hours. During this time I wanted to worry, but I refused to call Satan back after calling him out and telling him to leave.
I love the LORD, because He hears [and continues to hear] my voice and my supplications (my pleas, my cries, my specific needs). Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call on Him as long as I live. -Psalm 116:1-2 (AMP)
My daughter woke that evening and told me she’d had a dream that awful beasts had put our family into a pit and tried to hurt us, but she told them they couldn’t hurt us because we belong to Jesus. She called out for Jesus to save us and He brought us out of the pit and placed us in a safe place.
The fits stopped. People can see that my daughter has been transformed by Jesus Christ. I have shared how with some, but this was an experience that is hard to explain. It’s been four years now this month. And God, in His sovereign faithfulness not only brought us all through it, He took the memories and washed them clean as well. Our children do not remember the specifics, but they do know this is when my daughter was saved.
Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your name give glory because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth and faithfulness. -Psalm 115:1
My daughter has been reborn, and I cannot be more thankful. I thank You and praise You, LORD, because Your lovingkindness prevails over me and my family, over all Your believers. We triumph and overcome through You. And Your truth endures forever. (adopted from Psalm 117)