"After Christmas I began to have heart palpitations, high blood pressure and incredible headaches. Even though I and others prayed for my relief, I continued to struggle with my health. As my symptoms progressively worsened, I could not understand what was happening. About a week later I felt so ill I really thought I might die. I cried out to the Lord. Desperately, I asked Him to show me what was going on with my health.
"The Lord gave me Psalm 25:1–3,19: “To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God. Do not let me be put to shame, nor let my enemies triumph over me. No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame, but they will be put to shame who are treacherous without excuse. . . See how my enemies have increased and how fiercely they hate me!” I was able to understand that the enemy was behind these symptoms. I continued to ask God to show me more, which He did through Isaiah 35:3–4 “Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the knees that give way; say to those with fearful hearts, ‘Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you....’” I prayed that if my sickness was an attack, my blood pressure would return to normal. After praying I checked my pressure—it was better than it had been for days. I knew my illness was an attack from the enemy.
"All night I asked the Father to reveal more about the situation. He gave me a vision of the picture I was given as a gift on Christmas Day. By then it was dawn, and exhausted, I fell asleep. When I awoke, God reminded me of the picture. As I lifted the plaque up out of the drawer, my heart immediately felt as though it would explode out of my chest. Though not fearful, I began to tremble from head to toe, unable to control my hands and feet. As I dragged myself to the kitchen I had to pause three times barely able to breathe. The experience was horrible. I pleaded with God for help, and He heard my prayer, fighting my battle as I had no strength left in me. In tears I finally reached the kitchen and broke the picture in the name of Jesus. Immediately I felt an impact in my chest and instantly regained strength. The palpitations stopped,
and I recovered fully.
"Later I learned that the picture with the peacock is part of a strong religion known as “Tantra” based on Hinduism and black magic. God rescued me from the death the enemy had planned for me. Every day I thank Him for people who cover me in prayer in this dark part of the world. This battle can only be fought on our knees.
(from WEC.Go Magazine, Fall 2011)
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