SCHOOL HOUSE CHURCH

Prior to my grandmother's death, I attended my cousins church. My cousin asked me to attend her church on a Sunday evening. I gave in and decided I would attend church with her as long as the following Sunday she would grace us with her presence and attend Assemby of God with me. It was agreed upon with mutual respect.

That evening we drove to church together. This church was a Penticostal church that many in my family had attended for years, but I had lived in another area and had never attended this church. I did not know the pastor and I only knew a few people within the congregation.

The old schoolhouse church is the best description for this church down by the river. It was one big room that was their sanctuary with a basic entryway as the welcome center and an area to hang coats. The seats were the old pews that sat 10 people or so. The music was basic hymns out of the old hymnals with an accordian and piano for instruments to lead the worship of music.

After the musical worship, the pastor prayed and began his sermon. I was sitting on the left hand corner of the pews in the midway-back of the room. I looked forward to a lady sitting in the front pew and next to her was a black figure. That black figure turned it's head around and looked me directly in the eye with penetrating awareness. I panicked.

I was freaking out because I have never in my life experienced something so vivid in my life. I grabbed my cousins hand and told her, that I had to leave. I was insistant without being demanding. She seen that I was panicking. I apologized to a friend of ours for leaving, and left the building.

After composing myself with deep breathing. I told my cousin, "Never, in my life have I ever experienced anything like that. What in the world is going on? How could something like that enter a church?" I was rambling on about the incident.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the figure was demonic. It was a demon.

My cousin said, "the congregation knew about the man, but didn't want to disturb him." Can you believe that, that a church would allow demons to enter into their sanctuary? Needless, to say, I have never entered that church again, but here I am to tell my story about the small schoolhouse church.


"THE SPIRIT CLEARLY SAYS THAT IN LATER TIMES SOME WILL ABANDON THE FAITH AND FOLLOW DECEIVING SPIRITS, AND THINGS TAUGHT BY DEMONS."
I TIMOTHY 4:1

THE NURSING HOME

In December of 2008, my grandmother was admitted into a nursing home. This was a very difficult time for me. My grandmother raised me. She was one of the most important mentors of my life. She was a wholesomely funny woman with strong family values. In the past 10 years her Alzheimer's had worsened to the last stage. My aunt had been taking care of her for several years while I kept a distance.

My grandmother had been admitted into the hospital for pheumonia. Once released she was placed in a nursing home, at the request of her older children. I visited my grandmother daily. I knew that she would not be returning home. The nursing home is the last resort for 99.9% of the elderly and it becomes their resting place. This is realistically proven.

While in the nursing home she slowly deteriated further, because the nurses would not feed or make her drink her ensure drinks. I did the best I could based upon the circumstances. Family came and went on a daily basis. Eventually. my grandmother realized she was in a nursing home. Once she realized her dilemma of the nursing home, she completely gave up. She refused to eat or drink. Once a patient stops eating or drinking fluids they last no more than two weeks.

During this time from November of 2008 till January 28, 2009, I was able to spend time with my grandmother and speek to her about the Lord. She was accepting of Jesus Christ and prayed the salvation prayer with me. She was calm and serene until she realized that she was in a nursing home then she gave up.

On the night of her death, I knew 15 minutes before she breathed her last breath that she was leaving us. They nurses had placed her mattres on the floor that morning. Family and friends came to see her. The room was full throughout the day as people said their goodbyes. She was not co-herient or aware of her surroundings, but at one point I laid my head next to hers, and told her how much I loved her. brushing her hair, I realized that my grandmother was holding on because she thought I was mad at her.  A week prior I had asked her, "Don't give up. Promise me Grandma, that you will not give up. We can take you home soon." She promised me she would not give up the fight to return home. My grandmothers's alzheimers that was destroying her memory had become to much for her to keep her mind focused on this promise.

My aunt at that time was legally trying her best to be able to return my grandmother home to her, but the legalities took too long and she didn't have enough time before my grandmother died.

I laid my head next to hers on the mattress and rubbed her hair. 'I told my grandmother how much I loved her and that I forgave her.'  I didn't say what I forgave her for but she was co-herient enough to understand that I forgave her, then I said, "God forgives You. God Loves You and He is waiting for you." After I kissed her, I said "goodbye" and proceeded to leave the room. The room was filled with about five to six people. I told them, "Say your goodbyes now." and walked out of the room. I did not return.  Several people came out and asked for me to retur to the room. I told them, "No, I said my goodbyes, go say yours." within 15 minutes of me saying goodbye, she died peacefully with family surrounding her.

At this point I was starting to experience incidents of seeing shadows and not understanding them.
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