Spiritual Warfare

This picture of a guardian angel has always hung somewhere in my childhood home and also in my own home as my children were growing up. It has always brought me a sense of peace and assurance that there are angels among us. I honestly believe that to be true. Not only guardian angels, but unseen angels wherever God permits them to be to protect us.

As a very young child, I was riding in the car with my Aunt as the sun was setting. She was playing music on the radio and I asked her to please shut it off. She asked why and I told her, "Don't you hear the music from the sun?" She told me no that she didn't hear it. She let me listen to it for about five minutes with a perplexed look on her face. I'm sure she saw the peace that had come over my face as I listened. I finally told her that the song was fading and we continued driving along. Usually at sunrise or sunset, I always heard music coming from the sun. It was beautiful and indescribable. The only time I heard something that sounded most like it was when I was an adult. Scientists had derived a piece of equipment that could pick up the biorhythms of plants. The sounds are soothing like meditative music. But the music I heard coming from the sun was much more beautiful.

I've explained in previous blogs that I was a different child. For my youngest years that I can remember, we lived with my Buelita and she often watched me before and after kindergarten. I would take naps at her house. She would put me in her bedroom on her huge bed and for some reason, she always kept her closet door open. As I would lay down my head, I would see a man in the closet behind the suitcase. His eyes were wide and his evil, sinister smile even wider. He would just stare at me and smile. I would often look away by turning my body away from the closet. I was very frightened. Then I turned back and there he was. Then I would scream BUELITA!!!!! I would tell her I see the man in the closet. This happened many times during my naps. She would tell me no one was in there. I would insist there was. So, she would proceed to empty out every item in the closet to show me that nothing was in there. She did this repeatedly. Eventually, she would let me fall asleep on her or my Aunt's lap. I was tormented by this staring man in the closet. Later, I would hear a deep monster like voice tell me he was going to get me. It was terrifying to me. I would let the adults know that I was hearing this monster voice. They must have thought I had completely lost my mind. Maybe they attributed it to my childhood trauma.

At the age of 14, I was walking home from school. I often walked home from school and was considered a latch key child. My parents were gone working and left me a key to let myself in at the end of the day. My parents would soon come home within an hour or two. But on this particular day as I was crossing the sidewalk, I must have been daydreaming as I crossed the crosswalk. All of a sudden, I felt the jolt of a motorcycle hitting my body and the roar of the motor, startled me. I stood in shock. It didn't not knock me down. The motorcyclist immediately stopped as he felt he had hit me as well. I was perfectly fine. He asked me if I was okay and I told him yes. He shook his head and looked at me in amazement. I know why. He knew he hit me and I knew I had been hit, but I was unharmed by the incident. By then I knew who Jesus was and all I could do was attribute it to him sending an angel to protect me.

In my college years, I strayed into the alcohol and drug world. I partied with my friends. One night at a party, I was sitting there feeling bad about how I was behaving while sitting on a couch stoned out of my mind. I saw a beautiful little boy approaching me. He had a blonde bowl haircut and big blue eyes. He looked at me and said, "You know Jesus loves you." I responded to him thank you. I hugged him and told him that I knew Jesus loved me. What a wake up call if I ever needed one.

I'm telling you these stories, because God has always been in my life. He has always shown me things to remind me that he existed. I honestly believe the evil of this world knew that, thus would do things to terrify me and make me doubt that I was protected. As you know in my previous blogs, I have mentioned my trauma.

Although spiritual warfare can be frightening at times, I know who the victor is and what eventually happens at the end of this life. Psalm 91 is a reminder of God's protection over us. Particularly, Psalm 91:9-11: "Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place. No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. (NKJV) I stand on this promise.