so i'm drumming in my room and i smell this strange odor. i kind of brushed it off because i thought it was coming from my computer. just earlier i opened the case and blew a lot of the dust off.
then enters my sister saying "did you use the stove?" i said no, why? she said, "i smelled something weird and went in the kitchen and the stove was on high." she said "i think it was a ghost."
so i think, "yep, it's a demon." i start telling them to leave. she left the house to go get something to eat. then i go around the house and do it with some fury. i haven't seen myself this angry in a while. you see. there was an attempt on my life tonight.
so i go to the doors. tell them to go. all with the name of Jesus. then i get on my floor and start worshipping in tongues on my knees. then i call amber because i realize that many times when there is an attack on me, there is then one on her, or the other way around.
so i wake her from her sleep, then she and i pray together. then i just get this holy anger. "there was an attack on my life. there was an attack on my life. i'm so ticked." i run the thoughts through my head.
then it hits me. if Jesus saves. if Jesus saves from things like this and actual death why am i running around whining about my little problems. i've been stressing and worrying about a job for the last two weeks not seeing everything that's going on that is unseen. it's like i forgot about the whole world and remembered that "oh, it's so important that i get a job."
i just say this because i feel like i got this understanding tonight. if Jesus saves, why are we whining about our little problems. people are dying. people are suffering. bring Heaven down. put on some armor. get furious. take lives for Christ like Jesus took ours.

