My life, a diary in the making part 5.

Ready? Here we go, you never know how much God is really protecting you. Summer of 1999 I am at a prayer service and God decides that He is going to change the direction of my life entirely. Which is OK in most cases, however this one was Him calling me to bible school, amazingly enough that was fine too. Well one day shortly after this, we were still living in the house where we were living with the spirit; now I had not seen or heard from the spirit since the night I got into an argument with it. Now my wife and I are cooking dinner and we lived in the country at the time and it is very quiet out there (very relaxing actually). Anyway we are cooking dinner and something hits the side of the house (I mean it was loud) and we heard these screams and yelling, horrifying sounds, since there was a garage we thought maybe someone had crashed into the garage and was injured. So I ran outside and looked all around nothing was wrong, I searched everywhere and could find nothing out of the ordinary. We did not have any neighbors really, so I could not figure out what the noise was coming from. So I just chalked it up as another weird thing that had happened out in the sticks (believe me I love living in the sticks).

So here we are November of 1999, I got accepted into bible school in upper New York state. We are totally ready for the move, everything was happening pretty quickly but God was clearly in control because things were going smoothly (you know how chaotic things are if He is not in control). Now as we were packing and selling everything we could to get the family down to a manageable size, we were focused on the move date. Well the day comes and we just did not have time to get the house completely cleaned after we were moved out. So I called my mom and my sisters to go out to the house to clean it up for me (which I was very grateful at the time). So they are there and my mom is cleaning the kitchen, now the house is not that big (6 small rooms and a bath) all of a sudden they hear this "blood curtailing scream" and loud crying. My mom drops everything and runs into the other room and both kids are standing there looking at her. She says what is wrong? they say it was not us, we don't know. For the next five minutes the screaming and yelling continue and my mom cannot figure out where it is coming from, needless to say they leave. Mom calls me from the gas station and tells me what has happened and that she does not think that she can go back there. So I told her it was fine and that I would try and get back to it in a few weeks.

So what happened? Well after I got gloriously saved by Jesus (thanks again Lord by the way) because of the spiritual problems that I had in the past we had the house and family dedicated. Anointed the door posts and windows, I had cleaned out the house of all the crap, that could have been considered a strong hold for the enemy. So I know the house was our sanctuary, which after dealing with some of the junk that I had over the years, it was a good and healthy change. See I think that the "assigned" spirit was mad, extremely mad and was taking it out on my mom. But what was even more strange was the time prior to that time in preparation for the move. Maybe it was trying to get my attention focused on itself and not on the new direction God had for us. Who knows, all I know is I am glad that I had Gods protection through all those times, well be blessed all until next time.