in God the Father, maker of Heaven and Earth. And I believe
in Jesus Christ, His only Son who is my Savior.
September we began having odd things happen around our home.
Our eldest son asked if I was coming into his room at night
to check on him. He said he wouldn't hear anything but would
sense someone come in and stand near his bed. He said he always
felt calm and never had the urge to sit up in bed to see if
anyone was there. He would just open his eyes, look at his
bedside clock and go back to sleep. This happened at least
twice a week for several weeks before he mentioned it to me.
daughter was hearing her name called by her older brother
when he wasn't at home. This happened twice. Her nightly shower
was also interrupted, three times, by a loud knock at the
bathroom door that came in raps of three. Each time she would
exit the shower, dripping wet, to see who needed the bathroom
so badly. There was never anyone there and our youngest two
were always asleep as it was late in the evening. I never
heard these knocks even though I was just next door in my
room. I reasoned with her that the pipes are old and maybe
they were knocking. She told me that the second time it occurred
she stuck her head out of the shower and when the second knock,
of three, came she saw the door to the bathroom move with
experienced what he described as a bright flash of light like
someone taking a picture but more of a "golden" color. He
was walking down our pitch black hallway toward our bedroom
and as he reached for our doorknob, a bright flash of light
hit him in his right eye and, in his words, "whizzed past
my head." When he turned to look down the hall, there was
nothing but pitch black. I will never forget the look on his
face that night as he came into the room immediately afterward.
I knew something had happened. He was spooked and befuddled.
October, I had the notion to look up what our Father has to
say concerning spirits in the Bible. I placed my Bible on
the bed in my room one morning and finished getting dressed
for the day. I reached for some perfume and knocked over a
small picture of Jesus I have on my dresser. As I picked up
the picture and gazed at Christ's face, I was overcome with
an insistent urge and said out loud that I felt I needed to
pray. I got down on my knees (not my usual way of prayer)
and just began talking to the Lord. I said that I didn't know
what to pray at that moment but knew that I must. So I said
the Lord's Prayer in a slow and meaningful manner. I noticed
I was really paying attention to the words of the prayer,
not hurrying through in a monotone as one does in a church
was done, I stood and picked up my Bible. I was flipping through
to the index when a folded piece of paper caught my eye. I
pulled it out. It was a printout from one of the last services
we had attended some years back, I assumed. I really didn't
remember the paper in the least so began reading it. It was
a daily devotional with questions for each day of the week
such as, "What does God want for your life?," "How can we
serve others?," etc. Following each question was a Bible verse
to look up and read what God says concerning these questions.
It was Thursday morning so I scrolled down to the Thursday
devotional. The question for that day: "What does God want
you to pray about?" The verse???? You got it! Matthew 6:9-15.
I found the verse and read aloud the Lord's Prayer that only
moments before I had knelt and prayed.
this experience, the odd things happening around our home
have stopped completely.
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