Growing Up in Witchcraft

Hello, tender friends!

Someone at church Jessica, shared this testimony a while back, and I’ve wanted to share it here. I’ve left the author’s words unedited, but I wanted to share two things she told me when we spoke:

1. Witchcraft ran in her family when she was born. She never practiced it herself.
2. The attacks stopped the day that she married her husband, who is Christian. She had already been Christian for years herself.

Her words: This is a story of how a girl found hope, comfort, and truth. Just like all stories it starts in a dark and hopeless place.

 Laying in the bottom bunk with my younger sister in the top bunk. See, I was afraid of lots of things, for example falling off the top bunk and heights. Tucked under my blanket ready to fall asleep at age six. It had been a rough year and my family was broken. My father had left for reasons I couldn’t understand. My mom, sister, and I had moved into my grandma’s basement. As I am laying in bed, I feel this shaking under my bed. My sister yells out annoyed with me to stop bouncing. Which, I yell back, it isn’t me! I am too afraid to yell out my moms name, so my brave sister does it for me. My mom comes in aggravated turns on the lights and I explain to her what happened. My mom tells me to go to sleep and stop playing. I start crying asking her not to leave and to just lay in bed with me while I go back to sleep. She rolls eyes, turns off the lights, and begrudgingly lays in bed with me. A few moments later I see these claws at the bottom of my bunk bed, it grabs the blanket and rips the covers right off. My mom and I both scream and she jumps up and looks under the bed. She doesn’t see anything, tells us two girls not to worry and to come sleep in her room with her. This is my origin story.

Things like this become more and more common to me. My mom trying to make sense of it all, also how to do you tell a six year old that she is constantly being attacked by demons? My mom thinks maybe it is the house. So, she saves up enough money and buys a new house. We easily found out it wasn’t the place, it was me. Windows opening and shutting, doors opening and slamming shut, radios changing extreme volumes in the middle of the night, lights turning on and off. You name it I had it about every night of my life. I was petrified of night time. How could I end this, how could I find solace? 

I tried all kinds of things from sleeping with nightlights (or leaving the lights on), having the radio on, ignoring what was happening, or trying to sing/drown it away. Nothing was seeming to make it stop most of the time it made it worse. At one point I was so afraid balled into my legs, tears running down my face. I literally cried out to God to help me, to save me from this terror. I don’t know how to explain it but in the mist of chaos, I felt this overwhelming calm. Right then I knew God had to be true. As the attacks got worse some nights, I clinged to God’s words reading from Psalms 23:1-4. The more I spoke the name of Jesus, the more I had finally found my solace. 

It is normal for children who are afraid to call out to their parents to comfort and climb into bed with them. Which goes to show how as a child of God, I was doing that very thing. Calling out to my Father and him holding and protecting me. I don’t share this story to scare you into finding God/Jesus or to prove that demons are real. But to express to you that there is hope in God. He does indeed love you, and he will comfort you. Things can feel overwhelming and hopeless but you are not alone, Isaiah 41:10. 

Ok, thank you for following along, tender friends! If you have any questions for the author of this testimony, Jessica, I’ll pass them along to her.

Thank you for sharing!

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