Settled into my new home, I got serious again about spiritual
warfare. During prayer, an evilness rose up in me. The spirit of
death spoke, blaspheming The Lord Jesus’ beauty in another
one of its attempts to offend God’s character.
How could I say that? My hurt turned to raw anger. “God,”
I prayed, “this is unacceptable. We must do something about this. That evil spirit can not interfere with my prayer and insult
my Lord. Please help me stop this.”
I mulled this over again and again in silent prayer. I went to
Wal-Mart, and while shopping, had an overwhelming urge to
buy distilled water for infants. I did not question it. When God
leads you to do something, you obey. I bought five gallons, to
be safe. Then, I hopped back in my car and headed home.
When I reached my subdivision, I couldn’t turn into the
sub. There was a car tailgating me and driving too fast for
me to slow down in time to make the turn, so I had to make
the next turn into the Saraland Church of Christ parking lot.
After turning in, I put the car in...