I’m back from my week at Bible Camp with a little story…
I have struggled spiritually for several years, concerning sexual purity and the like. Sometimes it gets a little easier for a day or two, sometimes I feel like I’m missing Hell by a hair. I’ve struggled for so long.
Back in January of this year (I believe it was either the 29th or the 30th), I received the ability to speak in other tongues from God. I’ve tried to keep in practice, praying in the spirit and getting closer to God. It hadn’t gotten nearly as good as I would have hoped since then, but I strive further nonetheless.
Come this past week at camp. It was the best week at camp I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve gone every year since I was in third grade. Wednesday night had an amazing service in the camp chapel, and it was a liberating experience in the presence of God and prayer singing in the spirit. There was one thing, though. I felt through Thursday that if I went back home after camp and still fell to the same struggles that held my life captive for years past, the greatest day, and the greatest week I ever had at camp wouldn’t be worth having.
That feeling being on my mind Thursday got me praying about it during the Thursday night service. At one point, a lot of students went up and sat at the alter. I went up too, though I was kind of in the back of the crowd behind a first row pew, because there wasn’t enough room on the floor to be any closer. during that time, I just began to pray, and pray, and pray. I asked God, “When I go home after camp is over, will I be free? Will I fall back again, or will I be free when I step into my home again?”
I continued to pray over this question, and the head pastor had come on stage and began to pray over the students. I forgot exactly what he was saying over us, but I heard this:
As I prayed to God, he ended his prayer saying a particular sentence twice. I don’t remember what his exact phrase was, but he said something like: “Let freedom come down on this place. Let freedom come down on this place.”
These words spoke life into me. God used these words to answer my prayer, and I could feel the presence of God begin to comfort me, as my chains were broken off. I also immediately felt the demons that surrounded me begin to say, “It’s a lie, you didn’t get any freedom from him. You have no authority over us!”
I was just like, “Shut up.”