Last night was probably the most intense, frightening night for some time....if not of all.
I don't have any real images - just me sort of -a nd I guess, a darkness - I really don't know....the only thing I'm sure of is my screaming, fighting and struggling to say my words....and the very last thing before I woke up - which was my mother in law saying - don't forget the money the extra $60.00 you borrowed - i think those were the exact words.
I can't remember location - although the night was filled with a lot of images both of old locations that I have lived and current people - stuff like that.
All I do remember is screaming that JESUS CHRIST IS LORD and JESUS IS LORD, HE IS THE SON OF GOD....at something. But again, as always the struggle was to get my tongue to say the words - it wasn't even that my mouth was being sealed...my tongue wasn't cooperating. Imagine being totally drunk, or just coming out of the heaviest sleep or an anaesthetic - your tongue just won't work right - it won't form the words you want to say. It was like I had a dry mouth full of cotton wool - my voice felt 'thick' my tongue felt thick and too big for my mouth. but I was saying the words....and the more my tongue tried to stop me with its uncooperation - or whomever tried to stop me - the louder and more adamant I was in trying to speak it out....scream it out. I think, although I'm not sure at one point a hand was placed across my mouth to stop me and I'm almost positive I was being restrained from behind by the arms. It was pure terror I was feeling - desperate terror. And over and over and over again I just kept screaming and fighting JESUS IS LORD, JESUS IS LORD.
I know I knew I was dreaming but couldn't break out of it. During my screaming and wrestling - I WAS wrestling I heard Malachi stir (I'm still sleeping in the loungeroom - he's almost ready to go into the big cot in his brother's room) - and I'm thinking - you've got to stop this - you're waking the baby - imagine what hubby would be thinking with my screaming and thrashing about - then I slipped back into it - I just couldn't get it to release me.
But - what worries me is it's not just spiritual warfare, but that I'm trying to prove my faith - which has been and is still being SORELY TESTED. Seriously tested. I keep feeling that 'desperation' creep up on me and it's really hard to stop it. Even after my "Hershey Kiss from God" smell event that I had Saturday. But that I'm not just trying to prove my faith to satan, or to people - but also to God...almost like a 'see - I do believe! I do believe'. I guess sometimes I feel that I have so little faith that I wonder if God believes ME.
I feel satan is trying to crush me - but I'm not even that big a danger to him at the moment. Although - and here's something interesting, tonight at House Church or Home Group - it's my turn to 'share' my story and stuff. But I don't necessarily think there's anything in it that should cause that horrible creature any concern. It really - in my eyes is quite unremarkable.
So that's it. THoughts - and even MORE prayers are very very welcome. I need to tell hubby about it I guess - but it took a trip to the supermarket and loud playing of Petra for me to remember this. I knew there was something I wanted to remember when I woke up -but couldn't until a song of Petra's came on - I think it's called Hit you where you LIve....at least - that's a line in the chorus.