Great testimony to God's victory in our lives and the enemies disability in
it. If God is really with us, what is the worst thing that can happen? We
either overcome the fear through his healing hands, or we go to him
forever, either way we're a winner, because God is a winner.

Brad



Phil Scovell wrote:
>      Although there were a couple of unusual spiritual things
>which occurred as far as communicating with these medical people,
>at both dental offices, I'll save that story for another time.
>What occurred in my life recently, on the other hand, is what I
>want to share with you.
>
>      As most of you know, a little over two years ago, my life
>radically changed.  I reached a point in my walk with the Lord
>where I felt I could advance no further.  I felt the Lord speaking
>to me about quitting my job and that scared me.  The Lord had
>already told me He had a plan for my life but He only told me
>enough that I knew basically it had to do with intercessory
>prayer.  Well, I don't mind telling you, I did not want to quit my
>job.  I have been broke many times throughout my life, and in
>particular, super broke, upon occasion, while working full time in
>the ministry.  I in no way wanted to go through that again.
>Frankly, I didn't trust God.  After all, He hadn't provided for me
>many times in the past so why would He now.  This was a lie, of
>course, but I was thinking with my flesh and not with my spirit at
>the time.  So what happened?  Life began to close down all around
>me.  I felt the depression and anxiety coming and began doing
>everything in my power to stop its advance.  I buried myself in
>prayer, Bible reading, confession, memorization of Scripture, and
>I crammed in all the church work I could find.  The darkness
>continued its slow ominous advance upon my life.  I felt the fear
>in that darkness and struggled to stay clear.  The fabric of my
>life began to tear in insignificant places and the fear,
>masquerading as pain, began creeping in.  I beat at it, cursed it,
>commanded it away, jumped and stomped on it, and pounded on it but
>it only continued to grow.
>
>      I began having bad nights where I would awaken multiple times
>throughout the night.  Cold raw flashes of anxiety washed over me
>occasionally and I knew it was coming no matter how hard I tried
>to stop it.  I begged God to help but still it came; seeping into
>every corner of my life.  Circumstances all around me began to
>look larger than life and soon larger than God's Word and
>eventually bigger than God Himself.  Voices, which had only been
>thoughts before, now demonstrated they had personality.  Using
>their skills at deceitfulness, they confirmed things were rapidly
>becoming hopeless.
>
>      Eventually the voices became bolder and began attempting to
>keep me from falling to sleep.  I began to double and triple my
>sleep medication to silence the voices long enough that I could
>fall to sleep but they soon were able to even awaken me out of a
>drug induced sleep and startle me awake with such force, I
>thought I was having nightmares.  Let me describe one of these
>nocturnal events to show you how bad it was becoming at that time.
>
>      One night, I took a whole pharmacy of medications to force me
>into sleep.  I was sick of hearing the voices and sick of the fear
>they brought.  No, I wasn't becoming a drug addict; I was just
>scared and frightened of what was happening to me.  what were the
>voices doing to keep me awake?  As I would drift off to sleep,
>they would wait until I was just about asleep, and then I would
>hear a loud pop or bang in one ear and I would be startled awake.
>As I tried going back to sleep again, other sounds and noises,
>would be used. Sometimes even my name would be called, and I would
>jump into full alertness.  The prescription sleep medications
>helped, at times, to deaden the sounds I heard, enough to allow me
>to go to sleep but more and more, the voices and sounds were
>invading my sleep.
>
>      One night, as I said, I took an unusual large dose of the
>medication.  I wasn't afraid of over dosing but I was afraid of
>the voices and what they were doing to me.  I went off to sleep.
>Drug induced, yes, but I was asleep.  I had not been asleep more
>than perhaps an hour when it happened.  I felt like I was a deep
>sea diver.  I saw myself swimming about twenty feet below the
>surface when something dark swam up behind me and grabbed one of
>my legs by the ankle.  Fear instantly flooded my mind and I felt
>myself being violently jerked to the surface.  When I reached the
>surface, I was instantly awake.  I was totally disoriented from
>the drugs and the frightening nightmare and began to cry out.
>Sandy awakened and began talking to me to give me a point of
>reference.  I do not know what I would have done if I had been
>alone because I wasn't even certain where I was at the time.
>
>      Things grew worse.  As I have said, the voices eventually
>took on personalities.  Yes, I knew they were demonic but no
>matter how often I used the name of Jesus, they remained.  The
>tormenting increased until I could no longer go to sleep due to
>fear.  It finally came to the point I was not only unable to go to
>sleep but I was unable to eat.  I was awake, and without food, for
>five days.  then things got worse.
>
>      I have written concerning the details of all the took place
>beyond this point so I won't detail all that now.  I felt it
>necessary, however, to say this much in order to identify the fear
>in my life and how it became impossible to manage.
>
>      I have experienced major surgery in my life about fifteen
>times.  Over a dozen of these were related to my retinal surgeries
>when I was eleven years of age.  As I have told the story before,
>giant amounts of fear were plugged into my life during those days
>and for various reasons.  If you want to read the details, read my
>testimony called, I Flew Kites With Jesus.
>
>      Over the last two years, the Lord has been healing me in
>place after place after place where fear has been implanted.  The
>Enemy has been steadily losing ground.  Strongholds were exposed
>by the Holy Spirit and pulled down.  Footholds were discovered and
>eliminated through prayer.  I am not suggesting fear has been
>totally eradicated from my life but now I know how to find it and
>how to get rid of it.  So, now.  Back to my root canal story.
>
>      The other day, after all the stress and pain I was
>experiencing, I knew it was a good atmosphere to generate anxiety
>because of the physical stress and strain and physical pain
>involved.  After all, few people enjoy going to the dentist.
>Those of us who have horrible experiences with the dentist are
>especially susceptible.
>
>      By the end of the day, I was laying in the dental chair as
>the Endodontist and his assistant worked on my root canal.  My
>back hurt, my muscles were stiff, and to say the least, I was
>stressed out.
>
>      As I lay there letting them work, I realized something was
>different.  I thought about it for awhile but wasn't certain as to
>its nature but something felt different.  Then it hit me.  I
>wasn't nervous or afraid like I normally would have been.  You
>see, with all the fear that was implanted in my life when I was a
>child going through all that major surgery, and even then, only to
>lose my sight, such stressful events in my life triggered lots of
>painful memories of those earlier days.  This time was different
>because there was no fear.
>
>      As they worked on me, I began to feel around in my emotions
>to see if I could detect any areas of fear.  If I would have found
>some, I would have known there were other areas along those lines
>which need healing.  I found nothing.  I felt around in my
>emotions again and pushed deeper into my thoughts to try and
>expose any fear.  Still nothing.  I tried generating the fear
>myself by making fearful suggestions such as, "They aren't going
>to be able to fix it.  You are going to have worse pain than ever
>before.  The same thing is going to happen to you this time that
>happened the last time and you know how bad that was."  Even
>after these thoughts were deliberately created in my mind, still
>no fear came.  I was at peace.
>
>      I wonder how many of you reading this article have had
>something like what I am about to describe ever happen to you.
>Often, even in the middle of the day, as a grown adult man, if I
>went into the basement alone, sometimes, while doing whatever I
>went downstairs for, I would suddenly feel a cold fear wash over
>me and I'd get goose bumps all up and down my arms.  Sometimes it
>would run down my spine.  Something felt fearful and frightening
>around me.  I would always brush it off as having watched too many
>spooky movies as a kid.  I remember one time being in the basement
>alone at night and those cold fearful thoughts came around and it
>literally felt like something put its hand on my shoulder.  Yes,
>it did scare me but again, I shook it off.  After all, I'm a grown
>man now.  There's nothing there.
>
>      In the past two years, I have received healing from fear in
>places of my life I never dreamed were there.  As I lay on my
>back and listened to the people working on me, I suddenly realized
>I could not generate, even on my own, any fear.  As I thought
>about it, I realized there was only one answer.  The healing of
>fear by the Lord in so many other places in my life had now
>reached even into this realm of my physical life.  In short, fear
>had no foothold.
>
>      By the way, many months ago I was in our basement alone.
>Suddenly, I realized I had no fearful feeling around me.  I
>stopped and deliberately attempted to generate the fear by
>thinking certain thoughts.  Nothing happened.  Even now, almost
>every time I go to the basement alone, I try and generate the fear
>I used to feel.  It is gone.  Why?  Because the demons associated
>with the fear are gone.  They have no more foothold upon which
>they can gain access to my emotions.  The solution is simple.
>Allow God to heal you in the areas of deep rooted fear, let the
>Holy Spirit expose the lies associated with it, and you will then
>be able to hear God's truth spoken to you and the truth will set
>you free.
>
>
>I Flew Kites With Jesus
>www.SafePlaceFellowship.com

Brad

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