Mary

Female

United States

Profile Information:

Gender

Female

Country (not County)

USA

Occupation:

Artist/Writer/Student

I'm here to...

Fellowship and find help for oppressed spirit

Interests:

Crocheting, reading, writing, spending time with my husband.

I'm passionate about...

Giving to others who have less than I do. Praying for others who need help. God and having him first place in my life.

My story with God

I met God in at a very trying time of my life. I was only 4 at the time, my mother had abandoned me, my sister and younger brother. We ended up with my father and stepmother (which wasn't a great thing either). Through all that I've gone through and still go through, I know that Christ has been there for me all the way. I get scared sometimes but I know that if I cry out to him, he's there on swift wings to chase the demon of oppression away. I know he cares for me and has his plans for my life. I try very hard to trust and know that all the things that have happened in my life are for my good, although I may not see it at the moment. I also know that my feelings should not dictate how my life runs or how I feel about God. Whether I feel he is there or not during a certain moment isn't the issue, it is having faith regardless of my feelings at any given time or moment of weakness I may have.

Other stuff about me:

I am currently going through some struggles in my life with lies the devil tells me. I know this may be much for people to swallow but these demons people speak about are real and I can feel and know when one is around oppressing me. There's a heavy feeling in the air and usually I feel it when I lay down to go to sleep. I feel it on the side of my bed. I'm usually too scared to look that way for fear it will show its face. I know also that when I cry out to the Lord, it will go away. What I don't understand is why it doesn't go away and stay away. It always comes back and so I call it an evil attachment that doesn't seem to want to let go. I often feel it or have sensed its presence when I am at my weakest. In recent months, I was actually shoved by it. I had a priest come and bless the place but now it is back. It hasn't touched me yet but it does harrass me with shakes of the bed or tiny touches to my arms or legs. I'm not crazy, I'm afflicted. I hate feeling like this. Sometimes I want to lash out at it with all of my strength but I have none.

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