There’s Something Here

Returning home from that first visit to meet with Tom and his church, we began to discuss the visit and all that we had experienced. We also voiced the question,

“Wonder what’s next?”

It didn’t take long to get an answer.

Just a few days after our return, my wife had gone upstairs to put some things into the linen closet and I heard her yell my name. Urgent. Get up here. Now.

I went upstairs and found her in the hallway. Agitated.

She pointed at the cat and said, “Look!” The hair was standing straight up on the cat’s back.

So, I asked, “What’s going on?”

And she told me.

While she was putting the linens away, she said something had lifted the back of her shirt. At first, she didn’t pay attention to it thinking that I might have followed her.

Then she felt what she described as “icy fingers” moving across her back. She turned around to look. There was nothing there. Just the cat, with his hair standing on end. That’s when she had called me.

She said, “There’s something here. I can sense a presence. And it’s not good. Not good at all.”

I walked down the hall towards the upstairs loft. She asked, rather agitated, “Where are you going?” I grabbed one of the Bibles from a table in the loft and walked back towards her.

I asked if she still felt the presence. “Yes, it’s right over there.”

I raised the Bible over my head and started to pray aloud, “Thank you Lord, for giving me authority over the enemy and all his works. In the name of Jesus Christ, I claim that authority here and now. In Jesus’ name, I command you to leave.”

Before I had even gotten halfway through the prayer, she breathed a sigh of relief and in a quiet voice said, “It’s gone! Look, even the cat’s calmed down.”

We were both still nervous about this encounter for the rest of the day. And, naturally, we talked about it – a lot.

She looked at me and said, “I want to know how you knew to get the Bible and to pray what you did.”

I didn’t have an answer. Not a logical one, anyway.

I had been led.

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