When I was fourteen, I talked to Jesus daily. I told him what I was feeling. I thanked him for what I had. I asked him for help with things I was trying to accomplish. My inner monologue was usually scattered throughout the day as thoughts came up. I couldn't see him or hear him, but I felt his presence with me.
I walked home from school every day as my parents both worked and were not available to pick me up. I didn't mind. It usually gave me some quiet time to think.
I remember walking home from school one fall afternoon. It wasn't particularly cold yet. The sky overhead was blanketed in clouds, although they were not so heavy as to be dark. Pretty typical for Ohio, where I lived.
As I came up a road about two blocks from my house, I noticed a car drive past me. I wasn't paying particular attention to the car until I heard it stop slightly past me. Slowly, it pulled back to where I was. Odd.
Then I looked at the car. There were two skanky looking men that appeared to be in their mid twenties. The one driving had dark unkempt hair with a scraggly beard. The one in the passenger seat closest to me was blonde but had the same unkempt hair and beard. What really scared me though were the expressions in their eyes. I had never seen evil that intense and close up (nor have I seen it since). I knew they were planning to grab me, rape me and probably kill me. It was written in those soulless expressions.
I didn't have time to think, but I did what came naturally. I just said a quick prayer, "Jesus, save me!!!"
In that moment, the looks of evil in the eyes of those men changed. Instead of looking dangerous and powerful, their expressions became filled with terror. The man driving the car stepped on the gas so hard the tires squealed as they sped off.
My first thought was, "There must be a cop car coming down the road," but no cop car was there. Nor was any other car there. No car was coming down the street, parked on the street or even sitting in a driveway. And there were no people either--not even people looking out the windows of any of the houses lining the street. I stood there for several minutes looking for the presence of any other person. I was the only one there.
As that realization sunk in, I knew something powerful had happened. There was no way those guys had been scared off by me. My only guess was that they had somehow been allowed to see the angels who were protecting me and it frightened them so badly they peeled out as fast as they could. The important thing was, I had taken the time to ask for help. I believe I received it.
We all face problems. Sometimes these problems seem so big and dangerous we have no idea how we are going to overcome them. Understand we do have the power to handle these situations. We have the power of the One. To access this power, all we need to do is ask.
There is always unseen help to be given. Call upon it, and the powers of the heavens will make themselves available to you.
~CSE
I walked home from school every day as my parents both worked and were not available to pick me up. I didn't mind. It usually gave me some quiet time to think.
I remember walking home from school one fall afternoon. It wasn't particularly cold yet. The sky overhead was blanketed in clouds, although they were not so heavy as to be dark. Pretty typical for Ohio, where I lived.
As I came up a road about two blocks from my house, I noticed a car drive past me. I wasn't paying particular attention to the car until I heard it stop slightly past me. Slowly, it pulled back to where I was. Odd.
Then I looked at the car. There were two skanky looking men that appeared to be in their mid twenties. The one driving had dark unkempt hair with a scraggly beard. The one in the passenger seat closest to me was blonde but had the same unkempt hair and beard. What really scared me though were the expressions in their eyes. I had never seen evil that intense and close up (nor have I seen it since). I knew they were planning to grab me, rape me and probably kill me. It was written in those soulless expressions.
I didn't have time to think, but I did what came naturally. I just said a quick prayer, "Jesus, save me!!!"
In that moment, the looks of evil in the eyes of those men changed. Instead of looking dangerous and powerful, their expressions became filled with terror. The man driving the car stepped on the gas so hard the tires squealed as they sped off.
My first thought was, "There must be a cop car coming down the road," but no cop car was there. Nor was any other car there. No car was coming down the street, parked on the street or even sitting in a driveway. And there were no people either--not even people looking out the windows of any of the houses lining the street. I stood there for several minutes looking for the presence of any other person. I was the only one there.
As that realization sunk in, I knew something powerful had happened. There was no way those guys had been scared off by me. My only guess was that they had somehow been allowed to see the angels who were protecting me and it frightened them so badly they peeled out as fast as they could. The important thing was, I had taken the time to ask for help. I believe I received it.
We all face problems. Sometimes these problems seem so big and dangerous we have no idea how we are going to overcome them. Understand we do have the power to handle these situations. We have the power of the One. To access this power, all we need to do is ask.
There is always unseen help to be given. Call upon it, and the powers of the heavens will make themselves available to you.
~CSE
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