Rescued from a Demon Possessed Woman
A year after we moved into our house, the renters living next
door moved out. The next month, a man and his girlfriend moved
in. My two daughters (a 3 year old and a 2 year old at the time)
kept me busy most of the time, so I didn't get a chance to meet
with the new neighbors.
After they had lived there for about a month, the new renter
woman from next door (she said her name was Rhonda) came over to
use my phone. Immediately I welcomed her into my home and showed
her to the phone.
While she was in my house, I couldn't help but overhear her
conversation; she was yelling at the top of her lungs.
Curse words rolled out of her mouth like there was nothing to
it, and my little girls were becoming scared. They weren't used
to being around someone who spoke loud, or spewed out
obscenities in my house, this was just not normal.
The next thing I knew, she was slamming my phone down and my
kids were crying, running to their bedrooms to hide under their
beds. That was it. Rhonda had to get out of my house. I
announced, "Look, you've used my phone, now it's time for you to
leave, you're scaring my kids."
Rhonda got in my face, and started screaming more obscenities,
(spit was flying from her mouth and hitting me in the face). I
had to step back and move away from her, she was completely out
of control. For a minute, I thought she was going to hit me.
I pointed to a wooden cross hanging on my wall, and informed
her- my house is a peaceful house and that she needed to go.
After listening to her ranting for a while, I was finally able
to get her to the front door and outside of my house.
Within ten minutes, I heard a commotion outside and looked out
the window. Rhonda was on her front porch waving a knife around
(the blade was about a foot long) in the air yelling out "You
all need to be saved or you will all go to hell."
There were people in their front yards looking at her, kids
riding by on their bicycles and the neighbor across the street
had a look of fear on his face.
The neighbor across the street, (afraid Rhonda may stab someone)
decided to call police. Minutes later, she was wearing handcuffs
and sitting in the backseat of a patrol car. We could see her
struggling in the backseat, as the officer drove away.
My first reaction- I needed to pray for Rhonda, she must have
been having some problems.
About three weeks later, a knock at my door. It was Rhonda from
next door again. I hesitantly opened the door to find out what
she wanted. She said she wanted a ride to the grocery store.
I told her the kids were asleep and I couldn't go anywhere right
now, but maybe I could take her later, after the kids were awake.
Offended by my rejection, she started telling me I wasn't a true
Christian and then started questioning me about my pastor. (My
church was just down the street, and she had seen me walking by
her house to go to church on Sunday mornings.)
She informed me that my pastor had come to her house asking if
she wanted to join our church. Apparently, this angered her and
she assumed I had sent my pastor to antagonize her.
After she "grilled" me about the pastor, she again demanded that
I take her to the grocery store- NOW. When I reminded her I
could not do it right now, she threw up her hands, called me a
few "names" and walked away, saying she would be back in about
an hour.
Worried about her inevitable return, I decided to call one of
the church members to pray with me about the situation. During
the phone call, I explained how I was afraid of getting into the
car with my children and Rhonda.
My friend reminded me that God does not give us the spirit of
fear and we prayed together over the phone.
Once I hung up the phone, I looked out my window and saw a car
pulling up to Rhonda's house. After a few minutes, I saw Rhonda
getting into the car and then saw them drive away.
Whew! Thank God. I felt like the Lord had delivered me from the
spirit of the evil one. My friend was right, why was I afraid?
God knows how to deliver us from our troubles.