Spiritual Encounters

My earliest memory is of a shadow man, standing in my bedroom, making my skin burn like it was on fire, and suffocating me so I couldn't breathe or scream. I was frozen in terror. I was 3 or 4 years old. Some dismiss these experiences as nothing more than night-mares, labelled "night terrors". Some call these 'visitors' by other names. I call them demonic. That night, at that very young age, I could not help myself. But a calm voice came to my rescue. It told me to "say, 'Jesus'." At first, in my panic, I didn't understand, and I kept trying to scream for my mum. But the second time it spoke to me, I managed to say the name "Jesus", not much louder than a whisper. It was the only thing I could speak. And so began the seed of my relationship with the God who saves us, and a lifelong spiritual battle. Now, so many years later, I want to share this, and many other things, with anyone who wants to know him, who wants to experience him, who wants to believe in him. I will add to this blog as time allows.