7-22-08

4pm
Base, El Salvador

Wow… what I’m about to write was the scariest movement in my life. In the middle of the second program we were doing (at the school where I wrote my last entry) I was in the hallway as they prepared to do Puppet Master for the last time. Liz told the people in the hallway to start interceding because there was a weird situation that she wasn’t telling us about.
I kneeled at the end of the hallway before an open area next to a table and the bathrooms. Across the open area the hallway continued and made a turn towards the exit of the school.
When I opened my eyes, I could see a vision of demons turning the corner and coming toward me. When I get these visions of angles and demons, it’s like I know where they are and what they’re doing and at times, what they look like, but I know that nobody else know and if I reached out to touch them, I would feel nothing. But I know it’s not just my imagination and God chooses to let me see these things for some reason.
At first I could see two coming around the corner of the other end of the hall, one tall and one a child’s size. It started raining and there was thunder. The rain was pouring into the open area before me and I closed my eyes, scared out of my mind. I had only had one vision of a demon before and there was only one demon in that vision and he wasn’t moving. This was a lot different.
I wouldn’t dare move. I opened my eyes again. The small one was on the table peering into the room they were doing the program in. The big one was standing just on the other side of the open area. Then there came another one. She was a teenager’s size and she was climbing over the fence that the rain was coming through. The doorway to the room that the program was in was behind me, and I knew that was their destination. I placed my arms out, one resting on each bench at my sides.
I began to cry, mainly in fear. I closed my eyes and tried to pray and rebuke them, but I felt so helpless. I felt like I was unable to do anything. The next time I opened my eyes, the toddler sized one that was previously on the table was now directly in front of me. I had never been that close to a demon before, well, not that I know of.
All of a sudden I felt like I was in some bad horror film as the unexpected began to take place. I suddenly felt as if something was choking me. I felt like if I had the guts to do it I literally could’ve pried the hand off my neck. I began to look around for help, but everyone was behind me, unaware of what I was going through.
Then I felt as if my tongue was being pushed to the back of my throat, disabling me to speak. I was trying to breath but couldn’t and my crying and panicking was making it harder to get the air in.
Then I felt like somebody was jabbing a knife into the area between my left shoulder and my neck. I wanted to scream but when I tried I felt as if I were going to gag because of the pressure I still felt on my tongue. I felt like if I would’ve touched the area between my shoulder and neck my hand would’ve surely been covered in blood. I was trembling and trying to breath, or scream, or move, or anything.
All of a sudden a lady came up to me, a teacher from the school. Everything stopped and I was panting for breath and I was panic stricken still. She gave me a concerned, confused look as she spoke to me. I couldn’t focus or make out her voice, I was too overwhelmed to try and translate as I gasped for air and clutched onto my neck and shoulder that still felt wounded.
Kristal came up to us to translate what the woman was saying. She thought I had fallen on the wet tile floor and was crying in pain. I assured her and Kristal both that I was fine. How was I supposed to tell anyone, let a lone this teacher, that I had just been choked and stabbed by a demon in her school.
They left me. I felt my stomach turn. I knew the three demons had passed me. They had already reached the door to the room.
I hurried that way. Liz saw me. I told her there was serious demonic oppression coming from where I just was. I could barely even get that out as I was still in a slight state of panic as I held my neck and shoulder which were still in severe pain. I was unable to say anymore. I began balling in defeat. I wanted to collapse right there. They started to form a line for the altar call.
I walked in scared and trembling, not sure of what had just happened or what to do about it. Emily asked what was up. I looked at her unable to communicate. She gave me a hug. I clung onto her so tight. I tried to explain the best I could, but I eventually just fell to my knees. I felt like I had melted. I began sobbing, rebuking, pleading, still scared.
I could not stop crying. Liz came and got me later and said we had to get on the bus. I forced myself up. The leaders gathered the team near the exit and told us to take caution as we got on the bus. They made us huddle together. They told the girls to stay in the middle with guys in the front and the back. They commanded us to rush on the bus and stay quit. They said that if anything happened we were to get down and stay down.
Once I got on the bus I got on my knees again, still trembling, unable to speak. My fear eventually turned to praise. I praised God for his protection. I know demons have no authority or control over me, but I also know it could’ve been a lot worse.
I was silent for the rest of the day. I called mama that night, last night, and told her all about it. She said Edwin, my step-father, had really felt led to pray for me all day, which is a big deal. Praise the Lord.
When I woke up this morning, my flesh where I had been stabbed still hurt. It stung. It felt as if I had and infected open wound there. I remained silent most of the day, still processing everything, unable to put it all into words, still in a state of shock and wonder as I dwelt on every detail.
We made out way back to the lake, the base, the signal that our trip was really over. I really wanted to be alone. We all got into a room and “debriefed”. We went over each country and our own testimonies from each country.
It was like hearing about completely different, unheard of miracles and trials. I was amazed that all of this had happened and I had been oblivious to so much of it. I was amazed by what God had shown me before debriefing. I sat in awe as it finally hit me. I can’t even imagine how he’s used this team in the past six weeks. I can’t even fathom his glory, or even the fringes of his ways.