One night, while I was retiring for the night, I felt a strong need to pray. I didn’t know what for, so I just started praying in the spirit. As I was praying, my mum came to mind, so I prayed for her. When I was done praying for her, it didn’t seem like the burden to pray had lifted. I continued praying in the spirit – just enjoying myself, I’d say. While I was praying, I began to have the mind battles I had earlier that week. My mind was flooded with a lot of unclean images and thoughts. Then I remembered that this was something I had intended to talk to the Lord about, but had forgotten because it had left. The thoughts were really harassing, and I began crying in a very pathetic way. I was pleading with the Lord to take these thoughts away.
Now, here and there, I have struggled with mind battles in ways that could almost make me go bonkers. The Lord has been kind to me, and these thoughts have reduced greatly. I later understood that whenever they came, I needed to go to war against them.
But that particular night, I was acting like someone who hadn’t been taught to war in this area. Almost immediately, I heard Pastor Ita’s voice repeating something he said during the tarry on Friday last week, which I immediately wrote in my notebook. He said, “You know how you meddled into darkness. You need to go to war!” When I heard his voice, I began to ask the Lord to teach me how to fight. Then I heard, “Testimonies.”
I wondered to myself what I was to testify about, because I felt I had shared a testimony about the major things I struggled with in my life. Then the Holy Spirit reminded me about Witchcraft. There was a day during the church meeting that Pastor asked people to raise their hands if they had an instant deliverance after they gave their lives to Christ.
Initially, I didn’t raise my hand, because of course there was nothing to raise my hand for – or so I thought. As the mic was going around, I heard “witchcraft” in my head. Then it hit me that I used to dabble in witchcraft at some point in my life, and everything ceased when I rededicated my life to Christ. Even though I raised my hand and shared a little, I didn’t know the extent to which I went. I thought everything was just shallow.
So, while praying that night, the Holy Spirit began to remind me of the things I did, and I was fighting on my bed, saying I didn’t want to testify about it. I felt too ashamed of myself and wondered how God even saved me with all my filth. Yeah, I know many have done worse, but that was my “worse”, and it was a really big deal. After fighting, I finally obliged and told the Lord I was going to testify about this. Seeing that I had not properly thanked God for delivering me (because I forgot this part of my life), I began to thank Him for every single thing He brought to mind.
To be continued…
Miraculous Monday: 27th October 2025
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