You wash your windows with the blood of Jesus and satan cannot enter, he will run like a thief. Here is a testimony from a brother in Christ at a site that I like to visit.
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Posts: 1324 | From: Clayton, NC USA | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged
maroonbell
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Rate Member posted November 07, 2001 08:10 AM
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I'm pretty new to this board, but I would like to share my salvation experience. It happened 22 years ago when I was 18. I was a single mom with a 5-month-old son, had just graduated high school and moved into my own apartment. I had been into drinking and getting high and was also arrested for shoplifting a year and a half before. Not a terrible troublemaker, but just a little messed up. I went through a bout of depression for a year in which I constantly thought about taking my own life. Finally I realized I just could never do that, and ironically I said to myself that if I couldn't kill myself, it could only be because God was holding my hand back from doing it! I wasn't raised in church and didn't think about God too much, so for this shining truth to surface was a miracle in itself. I figured if God wouldn't let me do it, I might as well stop trying and I wondered what His reasons were for keeping me alive. A year later, after moving into my own place, I met a guy named Paul, who I became friends with. He started bring a Ouija board over and "just for fun", we would try and communicate with the spirits of dead people. People we knew who had died or famous people who had died. When my brother found out about this, he told me I was talking to the devil. I laughed at him, not believing there was such a thing. My brother had gotten saved a year or two before this. He said he could prove it to me and wanted to be present if we used the ouija board again. During our "session", with lights out and candle lit, Paul's and my hands on the moving piece and my brother sitting nearby, I felt something like a cold breath on my right hand, the one on the moving piece. Then my entire right arm turned ice cold. At that same moment, my brother had said that he sensed an evil spirit in the room. I was so scared, I jerked my hand off the moving piece and announced "I'm done" and turned on the lights.
I was shaking like a leaf and for the next 4 hours I listened to my brother tell me all about Jesus and shot my questions at him, too. After he left, I got out my old dusty Bible, that I'd had since I was 4 and started reading. My friend, Paul, was not impressed and asked me why I was doing that. I told him that I now knew I was on the road to hell. It's all real, and I wanted to find out how to go in the other direction. He shook his head and said that my brother has ruined everything! I kept reading and started praying. That night my eyes were opened. I saw everything. Satan was real and so God must be even more real. And if God is real, there must really be a Jesus who came and died on the cross. And if he did, he didn't do it just for a few, but for all, including me, and I was determined to understand more about it. A week or so later I went to church with my brother and answered the altar call, praying for God's forgiveness and to be made clean by the blood of Jesus. I felt the warmest feeling all around me. I knew it was a love like I had never known before. It enveloped me and then filled me. I left the church that day with a brand new life. Praise the Lord! Thank you, Jesus.
