I prayed for my husband to become a Christian, but I didn't
use his
name...simply referred to him as my husband. About a year, and
a half, ago my ex
husband, and his wife, accepted Christ!!!! I know that our vows
were dissolved when he committed adultery, and left me with two
little babies, but in a way I think God still tied me to him:
what do you think? I don't hate him anymore. God has given us
both forgiveness for each other
I suppose I have been focusing so much on my husband, and
his salvation,
that I have neglected my own growth: in my relentless petitions
to God. I read your
website testimony, and many of the subcategorize, last night.
Ten years ago I
would have dismissed you: however lately I, and others who are
my friends, have
had a little calling out of our own. On July 10, the spirit, of the Lord, released us
from our church. It was as if we could no longer attend, without becoming physically
ill. My friends had been praying for our spiritual growth, for four years: in the
sanctuary, and I joined them whenever I could. Then one day, after our prayer time,
we all called each other, at about the same time, with the same message- leave the
church! Saint James Methodist had become like a country club: only no one saw it. I
knew that if I didn't leave, my husband would never hear the Word, of God, from
these good people, and would never accept Christ.
Our leaving caused much consternation, and we tried to leave with a blessing,
and move on: but some took it the wrong way. We were the God chasers- the
fanatics. I tell you with what I know, of Christ, I would rather walk where the edge of
his garment has brushed: than in any temple man has made. We have mostly
attended different churches, now, but none of us has joined. We are part of a
harvesting movement here, that is interdenominational. although we participate, in
worship, in regular churches. This walk emphasizes personal relationship to Christ:
through study, worship, prayer, and warfare.
Fifteen years ago, my father began listening to tapes, by an obscure preacher
from Tennessee: Dr. Arnold Murray. He shunned the organized church, as well, and
began causing me to question the finality, of what I had been taught. He is
convinced that he is a member, of God's elect, now: and tells anyone who will listen
about his knowledge, imparted from study of Greek, and Hebrew, through king
James, and interpretations from Strongs concordance. He teaches of the cabeaux,
and the world ages: but believes rapture is a ruse: to fool mankind, by the spirit of
the antichrist.
I have a terrestrial question. I quit smoking (like others have), because God
led me to cleanse my temple. I drink two cups of coffee a day. I don't think I am
addicted. I don't drink cokes at all. How much did you drink, and how did the Lord
tell you to give it up?
My husband’s father, who committed suicide, was an active high-up mason: as
was his father, before him. They even have the symbol on their tombstones.
I know it is true, about spiritual warfare, because Christmas eve I felt beat up
by my husband’s words, and went into my sword, of the spirit book, warding off evil.
There is no way my husband could have known, just the right words to hurt me:
unless he was being fed secret thoughts, by another intelligence. Usually I can turn
away, and pray, but I just sat there: with my mouth open, and crying. my father thinks
my husband is a Kennite- a descendent of Cain, and that is why he is so
unpenetratable.
I have had some spiritual encounters as well. I continually feel the holy spirit,
of God, as a warmth in the middle of my back. When I sin, and do not confess it
right away; it grieves, and goes away. When I confess, it comes back. Since I
became active, in intercession, for my husband, and others, my temper has been
amplified: when before I was able to control my tongue. Now it is so hard to
suppress cursing. So I need to rebuke this when it happens, and quit being a victim
right? Why am I so suddenly tempted to curse?
In my home I have seen spirits peeking around doorways. I had friends come and
command them to leave and I haven't seen them since.
I was 20 when I had a dream of Jesus: sitting on his throne, in His glory. I
couldn't look at Him. I just fell down, before him, and I knew that he loved me, and
forgave me, because I could feel it flowing through me. I asked him what he wanted
me to do with my life, and he said “FEED MY LAMBS”. He began to withdraw in to a
mist, and I begged him not to go: to stay with me. What did that mean Feed my
Lambs? He said, in scripture, “Tend my sheep”.
Then I awoke immediately, and a spirit of darkness was in the room. It hated
me, so much it was roiling, and churning, with it. I commanded it to leave, in the
name of Jesus, and it departed.
This spirit visited me again, and I accepted her, and began a descent into sin,
and depravity, that lasted sixteen years. I call it Apostasy. to know what the right
thing to do is, and to do it not. To renounce your faith, and teachings, of your youth
to pursue darkness, and seduction.
Now I am free and at peace. No one ever cast her out, but Jesus, himself,
crowded her out.
I have two sisters- one is an alcoholic and the other a drug addict. I have an
older brother, who sexually molested me, and one of my sisters. I pray for them
daily. Do you think that this cursing is from outside influences?
I was protected by an angel, in a winter storm, with the man who was to be my
first husband. We came down a mountainside, and began to spin in circles. Try as I
might, I could not get my hands on the steering wheel: someone kept knocking
them off. We wound up on the edge, of the mountain, facing the opposite direction:
inches from a sheer drop off, but safe. I met an angel, on the way to a job interview,
when I was lost, and couldn't find my way to the school. A black teenager was on
the side, of the road, and I never would have picked him up, in my former life. I
prayed, and God said it was okay, so I let him lead me to the school: where I now
work. I peeked into the office, to let them know I was there, and when I looked back
he was gone. I walked around looking for him, and there was no way he could have
traveled so quickly, in a couple of seconds.
When I look at people I see what hurts them. I see what they are worried
about. I see their past sometimes. Is this a spiritual gift?
I have had an online relationship, in the past, that was innocent until we began
to talk in real time: and then it became a real threat to my marriage. Of course I
realize that circumstances are different now, but I cannot compromise.
A praise testimony- Last weekend, as I walked, the walk, to church: I was
singing ,“Who can satisfy?”, on the praise team (a praise song), and there was only
myself, and another girl, up there: playing the piano. We heard three part harmony
on the loudspeaker. A man's voice was singing with us. God loved it so much, He
sent an angel: to complete our triad of harmony! We kept looking around for the guy
that was singing!
