Something interesting happened last night. At about 3am I woke up to a strange presence in the room. I knew instinctively it was there to cause harm and trouble. Honestly, I thought someone had broken into the room. When I realized there was nobody, but the presence still felt so tangible and so strong, my thoughts turned to the spiritual. I began to panic. And then I began to pray.
In the name of Jesus I commanded them out – whatever they were. I still don’t know. I told them that I stood on the rock of Jesus Christ and that they had no power here. At one point I even said “Satan you are not welcome here”. Beyond praying, the name “Rebekah” kept flashing in my head. Since that is the name of Scott’s fiance/wife (they had a marriage ceremony but never signed a license), and since God has already told me that she was coming from a place of pure evil, it almost seemed like whatever was in the room was coming from her. I don’t know why. I’m aware that doesn’t even make much sense, but there you go. Anyway, there was an audible woosh in the vicinity of the door, which I again thought was kind of weird, and then they were gone. It was as if it hadn’t ever happened, and I went back to sleep. The whole thing was a scene straight out of the book “He Came To Set the Captives Free“.
When I got up I found out that at 3am last night my friend Scott had been rushed back to the hospital due to problems with his ventilator. I don’t believe in coincidences – I believe God is too much in control and has things too well orchestrated for random coinciding events to happen. However, I have no idea what last night means.
I do know that for one last time, tomorrow, I am going to Scott’s house. I’ve already told my roommate that I plan to pray with him. Today I was there and there were people in and out all the time, and he talked to us a little but then his mother came in and pestered him about his legs showing and he shut down a bit (he was in a hospital gown with no covers on – he keeps a fan blowing on him and it makes him feel like he’s getting more air in his lungs). Tomorrow is my last chance to lay hands on him and pray, and I pray that God open the door.
In the meantime, I can feel myself getting bogged down in my personal emotions and heartbreak over the situation, and I pray strongly to abide in Jesus and have my heart fully open for His love, that it may radiate out of me. Love is what can move mountains, not my anger. So I pray for the grace to lay my anger and myself aside and love both Scott and Rebekah as Jesus calls me to. I know I’ve been asking it a lot, but I would appreciate your prayers over this too.
Thanks and God bless!