Lisa ~ Free Indeed {Story 10 of 30}

I was 8 years old. My dad got my sister and me a Ouija board for Christmas. We didn’t know any better, so we played with it…three times. It opened Pandora’s box.

Years passed and I asked Jesus into my heart at Vacation Bible School in 6th grade.

I loved the feeling I got at church and while at my grandma and grandpa’s house. They had devotions each night. I had the privilege of spending many nights with them and shared in that sacred time of being in God‘s presence. I knew something about church and my grandparents felt right, but I didn’t know it was God’s presence that made the difference.

I began having bad dreams, irrational fears, and paranoia. I knew I was being watched. Like someone was in the room, staring at me. I hated the feeling. We only went to church on Sundays and left immediately after the pastor said, “Amen.”

The first paranormal episode I had was in the winter of my 6th grade year. My mom asked me to do laundry, and I gladly went downstairs. I put the whites in the washing machine. As I measured the bleach in the cup, I heard a voice:  “Drink it. It’s lemonade.”

I put the bleach to my lips and heard another voice, “Don’t!” I put the bleach down and cupped my ears in disbelief and said, “What is going on here!?”

That was when I knew someone was out to hurt me and someone was out to help me.

Life continued to get tougher and tougher. Bed time was torturous. The fears plagued me. I was scared to tell anyone about these things that were happening to me. Were they my imagination?

People might think I was going crazy.

My only contact with true, sold-out believers was with our neighbors when I was 15. I began baby-sitting their children, and my neighbor Susan and I kindled a friendship.

One day I divulged to Susan how I felt as if I was being watched all the time. She began to tell me about “Spiritual Warfare.”

It scared me.

I continued on with my life, reading my bible and praying……once in a while.

At age 18, I left home to go to a Christian college. My prayer life was pretty powerless and my fears subsided a little. I read my bible once or twice a week. Since I was at a Christian college, I was able to meet and befriend hundreds of Christians.

I absolutely loved it. Friends and school were my life.

At age 20, I married. By age 21, I was in Physical Therapy school.

Sitting in lecture one day, the thoughts came back. Terrible, filthy thoughts. Thoughts that were not mine. It was difficult to focus. In church, the demons would say, “I’m gonna jump into you and posses you! You’ll jump out of your pew and scream and writhe in pain while everyone you know watches you.”

God was calling me to a deeper relationship with Him. I knew it.

I began to read my bible daily now. I could sense the evil around me all the time. I could sense evil watching me, in the bathroom, in my bedroom, haunting me. The more I read and prayed, the harder the oppression got.

At 25 I had my first child. When I was 26, this struggle spiraled out of control.

My husband and baby and black lab were sleeping. I could not. I felt as if evil were smothering me. I could not get away from it. I went downstairs, turned on the light and got my bible out.

I opened it up to Mark 5:1-9. It read, “And they came over unto the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes. 2 And when he was come out of the ship, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit, 3 Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains: 4 Because that he had been often bound with fetters and chains, and the chains had been plucked asunder by him, and the fetters broken in pieces: neither could any man tame him. 5 And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones. 6 But when he saw Jesus afar off, he ran and worshipped him, 7 And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not. 8 For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit. 9 And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.”

Scripture jumped off the page at that moment. Speak the name of Jesus out loud. So, I did. I said, “In the name of Jesus Christ, leave.” As soon as I said the word leave, I heard a scratching in the wall behind me. My dog jumped up and began to sniff and growl at the wall. Again, I thought to myself, what is going on!?

I realized it was one of the demons who lived in my house. He was cast into a mouse in the wall who died three days later in the attic above our room. God had protected me. That demon could have gone into my dog, and I would have been mauled.

I still felt a heaviness, an evil presence in my house I tried and tried to cast out in Jesus’ name to no avail.

I then learned about fasting. Mark 9:29 “He told them, ‘This kind can come out only by prayer and fasting.'” I fasted to gain control of my life. I felt like I needed medicine to control myself, my thoughts. It was getting worse.  I felt like Job.

My second child came when I was 27. Supernatural things were happening in my house. I went to get the mail right outside my door one winter afternoon. The door slammed and locked with my children inside (ages 1 ½ and 7 months).  I panicked and prayed and prayed. I raced over to my neighbors and called my answering machine and spoke through the speaker to my little boy. I raced back to the door, checked the window, and my baby was rolling on the floor and my 1 ½ year old was waving to me through the window. I ran to the neighbors and called the police. Minutes later the police pulled into the driveway, came up to the door and, click – the door mysteriously unlocked.

Another time I was on the treadmill, praying, asking God to help me. I stepped off the treadmill and felt an energy (that’s the only way I can describe it) push me forward. The evil remained.

Why? I was doing my very best. I was praying. I was reading the bible regularly. Why were the demons hounding me, plaguing me day and night?

I would have spiritual warfare dreams over and over , but I could never get victory in my dreams.

I was in five car accidents; the last one was a nine-car pile up that sent two people to the hospital. I had a spinal tap because of my headaches. I had black spots inside my mouth for no known reason.

Why, God? Why? 20 years of this?

Finally, in 2000, a rescue.

My husband went on a fishing trip, and I was alone with the kids. I was petrified. Those thoughts, the unrelenting attacks. I was so tired of fighting. I was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted.

I went to bed that night. My heart pounding. My bed began to vibrate. I prayed, “Oh God. I can’t do this! I’m scared!“ I heard a stick rattling in a bucket in my oldest child’s room. I wanted to get up and check on him.

I heard God’s voice: “Pray. I’m going to free you tonight.”

I don’t want them to hurt my son, I thought to God.

God clearly and calmly said, “Pray. Your son is fine….pray (5 seconds later)…..pray (5 seconds later)……pray…..pray.”

The more I prayed, the more noises I heard. My child’s harpsichord was playing on the main floor.

“Pray…They are trying to get you to stop praying…..Pray….”

“God! I’m scared. I can’t do this!” I wrestled in my mind.

God said, “I AM your shied, I AM your defense, I AM your strong tower. You can not do this yourself. Let go and let ME.”

As I lay in bed that night, I sensed a war over my bed, over my soul. Angles and demons battling for my soul.

I said in my mind, “Lord, I am willing to die for you. I believe in you. I believe what you said is true. So, I’m going to stop fighting and pray that you come to my defense. Either you are who you say you are and I believe it or I will die this night.”

I slowly, slowly began to let my hands fall to my sides as an act of submission and death to self. The three demons sitting on the floor to the left of my bed threatened to stab me in the heart with a shard of glass if I let go.

I prayed, “God….please take care of my kids if I die. Take care of my husband. I love you.”

I imagined myself sitting in bed and slowly laying down, giving up the fight.

THE MOMENT I gave up…..it was as if God’s angels stormed in and freed me from the clutches of Satan and his demons. I felt a heat in the center of my forehead…a circular shape the size of a half dollar…that lasted seconds.  I began to cry.

For the first time in 20 years, I was free!

There was peace.

No more voices, no more evil. The bed stopped shaking, the distracting noises were gone…. Silence.

I knew God placed a brand, a mark, an anointing, something on my head at that moment.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to look at my forehead. I rubbed it, knowing full well that God had done a work in my life and placed His special mark on me.

It has been 12 years and I am still free. No more car accidents. No more freak illnesses. No more paranoia or fear. The demons  haven’t bothered me since that day. That mark on my head has something to do with them staying away from me. Peace means so much to me. It is priceless. I can sleep at night, and I am no longer afraid…of anything.

God set me free!

“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed!” John 8:36

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Lisa lives in Ohio with her husband, Dave, and three beautiful children:  Nathan, Daniel, and Brooke.  She’s a pediatric physical therapist who is passionate about God and people being set free by His grace.  She enjoys clown ministry and being “Grace” in the Kidstuf production at her church as well as leading a BSF group.

You can follow Lisa on Twitter or read her blog – Deep and Wonderful Thoughts – where she shares illustrations on parenting, spirituality, and life.

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I am blessed (really blessed!) to have Lisa as my friend and neighbor.  Her love of Christ is evident in her daily life.  She’s taught me not to “care” what others think. To live for God and not for man.  Her visual illustrations of the Word’s teachings are insightful and often provide images to which I cling in trying moments.

I appreciate and am thankful for Lisa’s courage to share her story. Thanks, friend.  We are grateful for the reminder that Satan prowls like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour – even if no one likes to talk about it.

Comments

  1. Wow! What a powerful testimony. God is so good!! How hard it must have been to let go in that moment. Thank you for sharing!

  2. Great encouragement as we daily battle the enemy who kills, obs and destroys so many things. Be blessed!

  3. You should write a book about this… your story could help so many. Thanks for sharing your powerful testimony.

    • I’ve thought about it. I told Sarah, my story is a Demascus Road story…I don’t know if it would scare people or encourage them. Thank you for your encouragement!

      • Sometimes the path to encouragement involves a little fear, Lisa! (only half-joking there)

        While it’s good to think through your takeaway, it can also be good on several fronts to set that aside, to simply sit and write and see what comes. Often a story tells us what it’s about as we get it out on paper. I know that sounds nuts, but I’ve seen it happen a lot.

        • Thank you Marilyn. My own family does not know my story. They would think I am some freak. I am struggling with my close family and friends knowing this about me. Even the pastor I had at the time, after telling him a little about what was going on, just gave me a name of a book to read. I had no real help. No one who would walk beside me, no one who would pray with me. Then again, I didn’t reach to anyone but my pastor. But…..the holy spirit was there all along, teaching me, guiding me, helping me and comforting me. Now that I’m on the other side of it, I want to help those who are going through spiritual warfare. Your encouragement is very helpful.

        • A reminder for me, too;)

  4. I have chills. Bless you. Thank you for this incredible illustration of power in Jesus’ name.

  5. Lisa, my new friend. I’m in tears and chills, and it’s hard to elicit both in the same moment. Your story is SO powerful and wonderful, and I know many people will be blessed by your transparency. Spiritual warfare is very real. We have a real enemy and he is very powerful. Thankfully, He’s nothing compared to the power of Jesus, as your story so beautifully shows us. I’m so glad we connected – I’m looking forward to continuing our friendship and getting to know each other better. Blessings to you!

    Sarah, I’m new to your blog and I’m excited to read more of your stories here. What a powerful force of truth and love. Thanks for putting this together and sharing such goodness with all of us.

    • Welcome, Lori! I am glad to have you and appreciate your thoughts/feedback anytime:) I love story and have been honored to share all the stories. What a blessing!

    • I’m also very glad we connected! I could’ve spent a few hours on the phone with you! I’m so glad that Sarah had this wonderful, God inspired idea. Thanks Sarah…your’re T-riffic! Lori will be sharing her story on my blog in January. She also has a very powerful testimony!

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