In my last post, I wrote about being mad at God. When I wrote it I still didn’t understand why I went through what I did, but I accepted God’s forgiveness knowing that none of that is his fault.
God is so good though because now I understand what God delivered me from.
Where do I even begin? Let’s see… I guess I could say the first clue came last Sunday after church service when The Holy Spirit was ministering to the congregation. My dad was the vessel used at the time, praying for the people, and it was nearing the end of the service. My eyes were closed, and I was standing in the back of the church praying. I felt a hand on my forehead and it was my dad. He prayed for me saying that all Satanic pacts that were dedicated for my life from my maternal grandmother are broken. I didn’t know where that came from, but I just received it in the moment and didn’t think about it again.
Fast forwarding to yesterday, my dad took my brother and me to a church ministry here called Combate (Combat) because a woman there wanted to pray for me and my little brother. I understood that we would talk individually and then she would pray for us.
When we spoke, she probed my past. She asked questions about my mom, my childhood, and my grandmother. It turns out that I still had hurt in my heart about my mom, her erratic behavior when I was a kid, and the experience of my parents’ divorce. Furthermore, it’s been a year since her disappearance and it’s still a mystery. Police reports came up leading to clues about her passing, but other than that we don’t know anything. That had really affected me, –obviously and I didn’t know how to cope with the news.
But what’s enlightening about the matter is who my grandmother was. The bible talks about generational curses to the 3rd and 4th generations (Exodus 20:5). Sometimes we don’t know about our ancestors: who they were, or what kind of things they did in their lifetimes. The woman explained to me that my grandmother was a witch (I already knew that my grandmother practiced witchcraft). What I didn’t know was that witches dedicate their generations to serve Satan and that after one of them dies, those spirits in the person’s life go to the next generation as a line of inheritance. When my grandmother died, she gave my mom a necklace heirloom and that was when I remember that my mom went especially nuts. I realized that it could be possible that my mother passed away and that those spirits that she inherited came to torment me and that they drove me to the mental hospital to recruit me as a witch.
I know this sounds crazy, but now it all makes so much sense. While I was in the hospital I fought for my Salvation. I cried out to God and said I didn’t want to be a witch. And if it weren’t for Jesus and my soul’s deep cry to serve God as His Child… well I guess you can imagine the outcome…
But God’s plans for my life were another!
Let’s get back to yesterday. The woman lead me through a prayer to break those generational curses and to renounce the legal rights the Devil had in my life because of my grandmother (all in Jesus’ name). Now the pact is broken and I’m free to serve Jesus as how he meant for me to do all along. The only inheritance for me and my ancestors is the inheritance of the Kingdom of God! ❤
But now, now, I understand why I went to the hospital and experienced such a horrible, tormenting experience.
Now I realize God’s mercy in my life and his love for me. That even though I was out of it, He never left me for a single moment. Now I understand that God’s plans for my life are for peace and that not even the powers of hell can take that away from me.
Thank you, Jesus.