CONFESSION

Until three years ago my had become the happiest that I had ever experienced. I was in college after a divorce, I was going to graduate first in my class as a lab technician. I had a job and career lined up to go to as soon as I graduated.

Two weeks before graduation it felt like the hounds of hell had found me. Lies and junk started coming at me out of nowhere. It put me in the hospital twice--One year apart. The doctors couldn't really say anything was wrong. I told them it felt like demons were after me.

I didn't believe in such things and I don't believe in possession. I discovered that the more I came at the lies with the truth (word of God) The better I felt, less lies were there, and the more clarity I got. It WAS lies about God and religion. The revelations started coming about a year ago.The two years previous were hell.

The only thing I was doing wrong at the time it started was drinking a few beers with girlfriends (no bars, etc), having fantasies (No time for dating, etc.) and smoking. Nothing else, nothing.

This is one reason that I'm so scared that Satan is the gatekeeper and that God will use him at judgement. So before you poke fun of someone-- know why they might believe as they do. I don't have that career. I clean houses for people for a living and I take care of a couple of elderly persons. I probably make more money at what I do now--or close to the same---BUT I really wanted that career.

Jesus Bless You
Huldah

I got married at barely sixteen, already pregnant with the first child. I got my G.E.D. while pregnant with the second child at seventeen. I was married for thirty years. While married I went back to school and became a hairdresser. It lasted for about two years. My husband cost me that career. He was abusive and controlling. In 1996 my husband decided that he liked other women more than he liked me. My teenage son and I lived in an abuse shelter in a room the size of a closet for six months.We lived in one of the shelter's apartments for two years (while in college) The first thing I did was enroll in college. Since a child I had wanted to be a lab technician. I am fine now with what I am. I thanked God continually during the past three years for the lessons I was learning. Jesus (God) Bless You
Huldah

It sounds like you've been through a lot of crap, Huldah. Praise God that you were able to make it through all of it.

Thank You and Jesus Bless You
Huldah

And excuse me but I ran away from home (abusive husband) in 2006 NOT 1996--Was shook up while writing. Sorry, please excuse
Jesus bless you
Huldah

It sounds like you've been through a lot, Huldah. I hope that Jesus finishes healing you, both inside and out . I am curious, though, why you don't believe in demonic posession, because the Bible speaks of it often. Jesus cast demons out of many people, and gave believers the authority to do so, as well. Love, Nichole

Because once you belong to Christ you are always his. If Satan or a demon tried God would snatch you from him. You are one with him and he is right inside you.This is also in the Bible.
Jesus Bless You
Huldah

The last few years have not been easy for me, I'm 19 years old, just out of high school and about to start college this month. In 2012 I met a man that changed my life. I was 16, he was going on 18. The moment we laid eyes on each other, it was like we connected instantly. We hung out the next day, June 1st, after just meeting each other the day before, he kissed me and asked me to be his girlfriend. I was on cloud nine, of course, I said yes. About 3 weeks later, he told me that he was falling completely in love with me. I'm afraid of commitment, it scares me a great deal, so it took me a while longer before I could be honest with him and tell him I also was falling in love. Everything was going great, I had been through a couple traumatizing experiences with men before we met, so he understood that I was too much of a nervous wreck to even think about getting intimate. Instead he waited, September, when we got back from a camping trip with my family, was finally when I felt safe, and I told him we could try, but if I got too nervous then we had to stop.. I got through it, I felt relieved to be on the road to recovery, and especially with this amazing man there to help me and guide me. Then December came along.. Things were changing with my body and I didn't know why, until Christmas Day, the day I was supposed to have a certain monthly visitor. I shouldn't have panicked because that certain thing can always be late, and sometimes not show up for a month or two in a row, but I had this uneasy feeling that Christmas, something was telling me there was something going on with my body.. I took pregnancy test, after test, after test. All positive. It wasn't until February that I decided that it was time to accept what was going on, and that it was time to tell my parents. At this point, I was just after turning 17 that summer.. They didn't jump for joy, they were disappointed that I wasn't even more careful... But then time went on and they got excited. Everyone did, including me, and my boyfriend. Then at 7 months pregnant, we get in a huge fight, we break up... He doesn't follow me.. Or come chasing after me like I wish he had... Instead he stayed away.. August 25th just 1 and a half months later, I gave birth to my daughter, alone. I went through the labor, and the emergency cesarean they had to do because she wasn't breathing... all on my own. 5 days later, I turned 18, so being a mother wasn't going to be so hard since I was 18, legal age for a lot of things.

It hasn't gotten any easier. I'm 19 now, 20 this summer coming, with a 16 month old baby girl and a dad that isn't there for her and I don't know what to do. Sorry if this is too long or detailed or anything.. This is a story of a truth that nobody knows and I had to get it off my chest...

uh, this is a 3 year old dead thread.