I walk into the room as a deep heaviness falls on me. My eyes look to my teammates to see if they feel it too. This is new. I've never "felt" an atmosphere shift so obviously. Yet uncertainty floods me. No one else seems to feel uneasy or uncertain of what we have just walked into.
I breath in deep, heavy breaths.
One in. One out. Glancing side to side, I shift uncomfortably as I make eye contact with her. The eyes looking back at me almost make me gasp. Darkness fills them. A menacing smirk, a taunting smile greets my gaze. It taunts my spirit as if saying, "try me."
And I know right away. This woman is possessed by a demon. Yet am I the only one who knows?
I pray quietly and quickly: "Lord, I don't know what to do. I've never seen this. I'm not even sure if I fully believe in this. I can't help this woman."
I smile at her hoping there is no underlying fear showing. I knew my God was stronger than whatever this is, but my flesh trembles. I turn to my team leader and muster up my courage to say, "I think she's possessed…"
She turns to me sitting up a little straighter on her crossed legs as she says, "Do not fear only believe."
Well this doesn't seem helpful is my gut reaction. Yet I am comforted. She feels it too. I shift uncomfortably as I wait for a turn to speak. My chance arises. 'Should I just come right out and say it? Should I water it down?' I open my mouth and I know I am no longer in control of my words. The Holy Spirit has taken over the moment. Before I know what is happening, my team is praying fervently as the Spirit moves in and through her.
Then everything shifts again. A lightness floods all around me. My breaths get easier and all I can speak are praises to God. Gratitude for his deliverance of her.
I tentatively open my eyes yet I see no scary black figure or a wisp of smokey unknown creature. But then I look at the woman. Her light brown eyes meet with mine as a soft smile of joy spreads from ear to ear. And I know it is finished. I know that the Lord has delivered her from the enemy.
