“The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him, and delivers them.”
— Psalm 34:7
If you spend any amount of time talking about the prophetic, spiritual warfare, dreams, or supernatural experiences, you’ll eventually hear the same responses.
“You’re just looking for those kinds of things.”
“You’re imagining it.”
“You’re making it up.”
Ironically, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
If I had my choice, I probably wouldn’t have experienced many of the things that have happened throughout my life. I’ve lived through moments that I still struggle to explain. Some have been beautiful reminders of God’s presence. Others have been unsettling enough that I’ve rarely shared them publicly.
What I’ve learned over the years is that whether someone believes my experiences or not doesn’t change the reality that I lived through them.
The Bible never tells us to chase supernatural experiences. In fact, we’re warned to test every spirit (1 John 4:1), to remain sober-minded and watchful (1 Peter 5:8), and to keep our eyes fixed on Christ—not signs and wonders.
That has become my goal.
Still, there are moments from my childhood that I simply cannot ignore.
One of My Earliest Memories
One of the earliest memories I have is when I was around three or four years old.
My mother had just finished giving me a bath and was getting me dressed in her bedroom. Everything about the day was ordinary. We lived in a modest lower-middle-class neighborhood in South Florida. We weren’t wealthy. We weren’t well known. We were just another family going about life.
I’m a millennial and like many homes in the early 1990s, my mother had one of those analog alarm clocks with the built-in AM/FM radio sitting on her bedroom nightstand.
Nothing seemed unusual.
But then, everything changed.
Without warning, a voice began coming through the radio.
The radio wasn’t on. It wasn’t music. It wasn’t a radio program.
The voice began speaking directly into the room, giving commands and demanding that it wanted “the child.”
The child was me.
I still remember my mother’s immediate reaction.
She screamed, “No!” There was no hesitation.
Just an immediate, emphatic refusal.
In the panic, she grabbed me, and we hurried out of the bedroom toward the formal living room near the front of our house.
That’s when I saw something that has stayed with me my entire life.
Looking through the front window, I remember seeing what appeared to be a large figure standing in the street in front of our home.
It was a giant figure, definitely not of this world. It was standing upright on its two legs. Even today, it is difficult and even a little embarrassing to describe exactly what I saw.
But then something happened that has stayed with me even more than the figure itself.
It stood on the middle of the street in front of the house, but it could not come any closer. It was as though something invisible prevented it from crossing a certain point, (or a threshold) in front of our house.
As a little girl, I didn’t have language for what I was seeing.
I only knew that whatever was there could not come past an unseen boundary.
Years Later
For many years, I rarely thought about that experience—I didn’t think about it at all. That memory sat safely in the recesses of my mind.
Then, only a few years ago, something happened that unexpectedly brought that childhood memory rushing back…. Late one evening, while listening to a sermon on my phone—as I often do before bed—I experienced something deeply unsettling.
Instead of simply hearing the sermon, I began hearing voices.
Not voices encouraging me.
Voices mocking me through my phone.
Taunting me.
The experience was brief, but it immediately transported my mind back to my childhood.
I am a very introverted and introspective person. Whether someone believes either of my experiences isn’t really the point of this testimony—I share it because perhaps someone else has lived through something they couldn’t explain and has felt alone because of it. If that is you, I hope this reminds you that God’s protection is greater than your fear. I share this so that maybe you may relate and, in some way, get closer to freedom.
Scripture has taught all along:
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
(Ephesians 6:12)
The Bible is clear that there is a spiritual realm.
Not everything we experience is spiritual.
But neither is everything merely physical.
The Part I Can’t Forget
Of everything I remember from that day, one detail has remained crystal clear.
The barrier.
That invisible line.
Whatever I witnessed could not cross it.
As I’ve grown in my faith, that memory often reminds me of passages like Psalm 91, where God promises His protection over those who dwell in Him.
It reminds me of Elisha’s servant, whose eyes were opened to see the heavenly army surrounding them (2 Kings 6:15–17).
It reminds me that the Lord is our refuge and our fortress (Psalm 91:2).
And it reminds me that Christ has authority over every spiritual power.
The older I’ve become, the less fascinated I am by the unexplained.
I’m far more fascinated by the One who has authority over it all.
I don’t share this testimony because I want people to become preoccupied with the unseen.
I share it because even in one of the earliest and most frightening memories of my childhood, there was another reality that stood out even more.
God’s protection.
I may not understand everything I experienced.
I probably never will.
But I know this:
There was a boundary that evil could not cross.
And if that boundary existed, it wasn’t because of anything special about me.
It was because the God who watches over His children was already watching over me long before I even knew His name.
“The LORD is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.”
— 2 Thessalonians 3:3
A Prayer of Breakthrough & Deliverance
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for being my refuge, my fortress, and my ever-present help in times of trouble. Thank You that no darkness is greater than Your light and no power is greater than the authority of Jesus Christ. Your word says, the same spirit that raised Jesus Christ from the dead is the same spirit that lives in me (Romans 8:11).
Lord, I recognize that when I feel surrounded by fear, confusion, oppression, torment, or spiritual heaviness, these are lies. I declare today, I renounce those lies and choose to stand on the truth of Your Word. Forgive me for every sin I have knowingly or unknowingly committed, and close every door that should have never been opened. Let every lie of the enemy be exposed by the truth of Your Word. Where there has been fear, replace it with Your perfect peace (Philippians 4:7). Where there has been bondage, I pray and declare Your freedom. Where there has been despair, I pray and declare that You breathe new hope within me.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray that this assignment of the enemy would be broken off me. I pray and declare that You would silence the voice of my accuser and let every chain attached to me be shattered by the power of the cross and the victory of the blood of Jesus Christ.
Lord, surround me with your presence and angels as You promised in Psalm 91. Place Your angels around me according to Your will. I recognize that You alone are my refuge and strong tower.
Lord, I ask that you would come into my heart and fix my eyes upon You, the one who is my Creator and Protector. Teach me to stand firm in Your Word, to put on the full armor of God, and to resist the schemes of the enemy – not on my own strength, but in the strength of the One who already holds the victory for me. I ask that You would reveal Yourself to me in a fresh and powerful way.
Heavenly Father, I claim Your promises for me, and I seal this prayer in You and say thank you. In the mighty name of Jesus Christ,
Amen.
