Before I came to Christ, the enemy tried to confuse me many, many times. In one particular instance, I opened a very big door to the demonic. I actually left my body, traveled through "space" to "heaven", where a shiny, gold, light being met me and extended it's hand to me. It all looked so surreal, so heavenly, but something in my gut said not to trust it. I somehow came back into my body, both mesmerized, but extremely confused. Fast forward a couple years later, Jesus visited me in my bedroom. I was crying at His feet. I was so aware of my sin next to His holiness and purity and too ashamed to open my eyes and look at Him. But I didn't have to see Him to know it was Him. Every cell in me was 100% certain it was Him, my Lord, my Creator. Hell tasted like confusion and anxiety. Jesus tasted like freedom and clarity.
Wow. Sounds like you also can relate to being like the woman at the well when you met Jesus. And that the gates of hell had full access until the moment of deliverance. Isn't it amazing how our story turns into His story! With a victorious ending. And thank you for sharing how my words impacted you.
I can so relate to this! I was in addiction for almost 10 straight years and in those years I experienced what I could only describe as a taste of hell also. I went through so many abusive relationships (emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually) while dealing with what I now realize was absolutely demons. It took me to my rock bottom but the beautiful part of that is just when I thought I was done with life and my story was over Jesus lifted out his hand and picked me up out of that pit. I took off running with Him and I've never looked back ❤️✝️🙌🏻🔥
Before I came to Christ, the enemy tried to confuse me many, many times. In one particular instance, I opened a very big door to the demonic. I actually left my body, traveled through "space" to "heaven", where a shiny, gold, light being met me and extended it's hand to me. It all looked so surreal, so heavenly, but something in my gut said not to trust it. I somehow came back into my body, both mesmerized, but extremely confused. Fast forward a couple years later, Jesus visited me in my bedroom. I was crying at His feet. I was so aware of my sin next to His holiness and purity and too ashamed to open my eyes and look at Him. But I didn't have to see Him to know it was Him. Every cell in me was 100% certain it was Him, my Lord, my Creator. Hell tasted like confusion and anxiety. Jesus tasted like freedom and clarity.
Jesus tasted like freedom and clarity!!! Hallelujahhhhh 🔥
And you were the one who posted the Barbie post about trust. I think that was my official introduction to you!
And you are the one who posted the Barbie post about trust! I think that was my official introduction to you
Wow. Sounds like you also can relate to being like the woman at the well when you met Jesus. And that the gates of hell had full access until the moment of deliverance. Isn't it amazing how our story turns into His story! With a victorious ending. And thank you for sharing how my words impacted you.
I can so relate to this! I was in addiction for almost 10 straight years and in those years I experienced what I could only describe as a taste of hell also. I went through so many abusive relationships (emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually) while dealing with what I now realize was absolutely demons. It took me to my rock bottom but the beautiful part of that is just when I thought I was done with life and my story was over Jesus lifted out his hand and picked me up out of that pit. I took off running with Him and I've never looked back ❤️✝️🙌🏻🔥