Lately I have felt like there was a highway running through the middle of my home. Not the kind cars travel on, but the kind spirits travel. It didn’t seem to matter what I did, I was always running into something. Then, I got the feeling that the spirits were trying to get me to move. To go into hiding.
Finally, I called my sister, only to discover she was having a similar problem. We decided it was time to find out exactly what was going on, and began to pray.
The idea we were give was that something we had been discussing was acting like key words for a search engine, and those words were driving the spiritual traffic. We asked God what it was that we were saying to attract this attention, but all He did not tell; however, He did show us that although the words were part of our conversation, what the spirits were ‘searching’ for was not. The picture was of doing an Internet search, and the words to a phrase showing up in a paragraph that has nothing to do with what you are looking for. All the right words are there, but not in the right order or context.
We next asked what to do about this, and God, in His goodness, showed us some other topics to discuss that would help to deter such traffic. We also told the spirits that we would not hide, and if travel this way they must, they could go over or around us – not through, and not under.
That night, I woke up at 3 am, and could not go back to sleep. I decided to get the next day’s meals started, and so got out of bed, leaving my husband to sleep. In the living room, I could smell something burning. The baseboard heater, which we never use, was turned on to 70* F., and things that had been stuffed up against it were extremely hot.
Earlier that evening, before going to bed, I had found plastic measuring cups up against another heater. I had not thought much about it, only wondered who had gotten them out, and hidden them so carefully, where they would melt.
But, back to 3 am… I turned off the heater, put away all the stuff, and went to get meat out of the freezer. As I neared the pantry, I could see a light coming from the study. Thinking I must have woke up my husband when putting things away, I went to check on him. The room was empty, but the computer had been turned on within the last few minutes, as it was still running through its start up.
That is when I realized that none of these things were the result of mischievous children. I prayed for God’s protection on our home, and suddenly was very tired again.
In the morning, the living room was a mess. Toys, blankets and clothing were every where.
I was disgusted, and wanted to know who was up playing without permission! Then I started to look at the mess, and realized there were things from every room in the house. There was even laundry that had been folded and put away the day before. The room looked just like it had before we began folding the days wash.
My husband and I prayed earnestly for God’s protection, and thanked Him for waking me up at night.
For the next few days, I remained extremely vigilant. Then, that Saturday, my husband and a carpenter friend installed our new front door.
My husband found this door, new, at a secondhand shop, and brought it home to replace our drafty old one. Somehow or other, it never became a priority to get the job done, until cold weather set in! My husband and his friend worked like crazy to complete the job in one day. The door is in, but still needs to be trimmed.
I love the way it changed the look of our home, but more so, I love how it changed the feel of our home. I no longer feel like I live on a highway. The door seems to say, “Wait. You need permission to come in here!” In comparison, the old door felt like it belonged on a store, and anyone who wanted to could come waltzing in, any time they pleased.
Still, the trouble is not over. I ran into something sinister again last night, and immediately prayed to God for it to leave. I don’t know if it did or not, but, either way, its hands are tied, so to speak. It cannot harm my home or my family.
