Ever since I was little, I had these “dreams” where I would encounter a spirit. It always made me fearful even when the spirit just stood there. I would always use the name of Jesus as a form of protection. Whenever I would say “Jesus!” the spirit would go away.
Last night, the same thing happened. I was in my bed and saw a spirit standing in front of me. It was a young man dressed in modern clothes. He looked at me and said, “I’m going to get you!” Then he jumped on top of me and seemed to try to join with me, not sexually, just spiritually. Like, he wanted to get inside of me.
“I know what I’ll do,” I thought to myself. Although I couldn’t move or speak, my heart screamed, “JESUS!”
Nothing happened. He continued to wrestle with me. I was frozen so I tried again.
Nothing.
I began to panic, trying to use the only source of protection I’ve ever known.
It didn’t work.
I used all of my inner strength to FORCE myself out of my paralysis. When I did, I looked around for my Mama but realized that I was all alone.
I turned on the light and the TV and the computer to distract myself, but all I felt was this wild realization that I don’t have a protector anymore.
It was my belief in Jesus as my saviour that used to protect me. Now that I don’t believe I need to be saved, I don’t have that anymore. My belief protected me, but my beliefs have changed.
Now…Who do I run to?