“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without signification.” I Corinthians 14:10
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From as far back as I can remember, I knew things. Things I had no way of knowing, I knew. Little things and big things; things near and things very far away . . . I just knew. I knew when people were hurt, I knew my father was going to die months before he did. I knew my 2 year old nephew was going to die soon, the first time I met him. I knew where lost things would be found, states away. How did I know . . . the voice told me.
My mother felt that the voice I heard was my father, guiding me from the grave. She was into the occult and encouraged me to try to communicate with him. She had me try astral writing to see if I could ask questions and receive answers. When she wasn’t happy with the results (couldn’t say for sure that it was my father) so she bought an Ouija Board, so that she and I could both ask the “spirit” questions. I wish I had never seen that Board. That Board is pure evil.
After trying to communicate with my father the voice changed and multiplied. The voices told me that I had no value, that I should hurt myself, that life wasn’t worth living. I struggled with depression and very low self-esteem, suicidal thoughts; hiding away rather than interfacing with people. It was a very dark time in my life.
Although my father’s side of the family was very strong in their faith, I rarely saw them. My father and mother were far from Christianity. I did not understand about salvation and didn’t commit my life to God until I was 38 years old, although I prayed often and had a strong belief in Him.
During an evangelical event, a few years later, I was helping tape the event series for those attending. No matter how hard I tried to focus in on what was being shared, I just couldn’t grasp what the evangelist was saying. The evangelist saw me struggling, walked up to me, placed a hand over each of my ears and shouted “Voices stop, in the name of Jesus.” That was the last time I heard those voices; I’m so grateful.
After that day only one voice has spoken to me, the voice of my Lord. I hear Him clearly, without distraction. I believe that when a child is gifted with a prophetic ministry, Satan will do everything he can to destroy it. If Satan can’t confuse the voices, he will do his best to destroy the person, any way he can, so the prophetic can’t follow the call God has placed on their lives.
Recently a prayer request came to me for a young boy with voices in his head; tormenting him. When I asked questions of the mom she said that he always “knew things.” Another young man is being attacked with voices and depression. This young man has worked in the prophetic realm from his early childhood. Satan tries to pervert what God has blessed us with.
Guard your mind, Saints. Don’t allow yourselves to listen to, see or participate in any activity that would allow the enemy to find an entry point into your mind. If you see someone struggling, get into deep prayer and help them to repent of whatever activity allowed for the entry. Keep our children and youth in prayer, they walk in a world filled with evil and temptation.
Lord, please keep my mind strong and unwavering. Keep me from areas where no Christian should trespass. Help me to be a gatekeeper for our tender children.
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“Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer (Psalm 19:14 KJV).”
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Tags: Corinthians, Enemy, Gift, God, Prophecy, Voices
Linda J. Humes 