[/QUOTE]I dont go to church. Everything I have learnt is straight from the bible. I was always a christian, but was luke-warm. I decided to get serious and fully submit to God. This was a personal spiritual journey. It involved no-one else but me & my Lord, and that thing in there called conscience told me that from what I had learnt in the bible, had to be put into practise. I studied the word deeply now with a sincere heart. A different heart. I couldn't get enough of it. It was so exciting for me. The words jumped out at me as if they were alive. A transformation took place. This is the power of God.
It happened around that time. My son said that he saw a little asian girl hiding behind the curtains & under the table. The baby sitter called me to tell me. She was getting scared. There was nobody there. He was terrified. Then shortly afterwards, in the next few coming weeks he started acting odd. Would hurt other children for no reason. He suddenly became very mean & violent. He continued to do this daily. He would also attack kids in the shopping centre. I was dumbfounded. He would also swear and curse me in public. (We did not swear in our house)
I prayed and prayed but he was only getting worse. He was suddenly dangerous. Coming out with knives to attack from behind. He jumped on my girlfriends head while she was in our pool and nearly broke her neck. I would send him to his room and he would smash everything. Discipline and punishment would not deter his behaviour.
He would wake up screaming in the middle of the night and refused to be comforted. He would hiss at me like a snake. I knew then exactly what was going on. The more I prayed beside him, the more he hissed. It was like something out of a movie. His face & voice distorted. All I could do was cry and pray beside him.
Everything was a hassle. I was at the end of my tether. To even get him to come out of the shower turned into a big show. My husband told him to get out one night after he'd been in there for about 45 mins. He refused and refused. My husband tried to pull him out. My son, slithering like a snake in defiance, pulled away and in the process, his arm got dislocated. We didn't realise it at the time, but the next day when he complained.
He sat quietly on the lounge for the first time, holding his arm the whole day. He couldn't move it. He was quiet, unusual. I had to carry him to my daughters school to collect her. A mother noticed something wrong. I told her what happened. Get him to a hospital now she said. I said ok.
I got home and he was really crying from the pain. Screaming in fact. I said going to the hospital will take too much time & we need help NOW. We are going inside to pray and God is going to heal you now. Enough is enough. NOW. He screamed no, no. dont pray, dont pray. I sat him on the lounge and prayed for him, tears streaming down my cheeks and with all the emotion the frustration I had endured the past year. I commanded it to leave in Jesus name.
When the prayer was finished, I asked him to move his arm. He moved it freely. He said mommy it doesn't hurt anymore. He was just as amazed as me. He was healed instantly. I took him aside and spoke to him about God, I told him about fallen angels, and how we dont want them in this house. I told him that if he ever saw anything again to send it away in Jesus name. I also told him Gods plan. It was a lengthy heavy discussion to have with a young child. The best discussion we ever had. One I will never regret. He fully understood.
So, from that day on, it went. A new child. Tender, caring, always looking out for others. Never swears. Obeys us. Always prays. Asks me to pray for him when he's hurt himself. Prays for others. Is very intuitive. Asks so many questions about the bible. Knows more than most adults I know. He is very loved by his teachers, friends and anyone else who knows him. They always say what a special kid he is. So different. So mature beyond his years. So full of love and respect for others now. People remember that naughty little boy and go Wow. What happened?