Wrestling with Demons

Wrestling with Demons

This past March, 2011, my sister Karen died.  She was only thirty-three.  Ever since she made her transition I have fought with myself considering the parallels of our lives.  Why is it that we experienced many of the same struggles but I am here and she is not?  I have considered the battle that began when we were little girls.  My sister had “abnormal” experiences with the spirits. 

One night while my family slept Karen began screaming in a high pitched voice.  My mom, step-dad, brothers, sister and I scrambled, dazed and afraid of what we would see upon entering her bedroom.  As my step-dad turned on the light Karen sat erect in bed, grasping the covers with wild eyes as tears streaked her cheeks.   My mom began asking her what was wrong.  She looked as though she saw a ghost.  After three attempts of asking what was wrong, Karen blurted out, “It was a lot of them”.  We were all confused.  My oldest brother asked if she had seen mice.  She shook her head and said, almost yelling, “NO, spirits…it was a lot of them.”  

Karen wrestled with these same demons, or spirits as some may say, all the rest of her life until the day she transitioned.  My cousin told me just before my sister died she had been in the bathroom for half an hour telling him the voices would not stop talking to her.  My cousin said when Karen finally emerged from the bathroom she looked dazed as if she’d been fighting.  She told him the demons were telling her to just give up, just quit, give up and quit.  It was there she fell in the floor, took her last breath and died.  The doctors and coroner said it was natural causes, others say she was simply crazy but I say it was spiritual warfare.

My battle is not necessarily my sister’s battle but I’ve had my share of voices telling me to just quit.  Even now I often hear the voice of doubt trying to discount, discredit and discourage me from growing in the purpose God created for my life.  I could have died just like my sister but each time death came it was met with resistance from me.  I determined in my spirit that I would live out the purpose for my life and would not die.  The demon of depression came but I beat it.  The demon of a broken heart came, I cried a lot but pushed forward having my heart restored…I won that battle also.  Sickness and disease came, I conquered that too.   

See, we all have our own demons to wrestle with.  Some see with their natural eyes, some with their spirits but we all have unexplainable encounters, ones we acknowledge and those we do not.  God has already determined the outcome but it’s you that must stand resolved in your faith or give in and be consumed by those spirits that come to steal, kill and destroy.  My suggestion, put on the whole armor of God that you may have the proper tools to not only wrestle with your demons but to win every battle.

 May God’s grace, mercy and favor be with you.  May the battles of your mine be resolved.  May your faith increase.  May your peace grow in abundance.  May you be enlightened with the wisdom of God.  May you stand fearless, knowing God’s Angels war on your behalf.  May you overcome your days of wrestling with demons with victory and triumph. In Jesus Name, Amen

Ephesians 6:13-18
Wherefore take up the whole armor of God,
that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and, having done all, to stand. 
Stand therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; withal taking up the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the evil one.
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God:
all prayer and supplication praying at all seasons in the Spirit,
and watching thereunto in all perseverance and supplication for all the saints