Highlights from November in Nicaragua: Praying out the demons
Cicrin has an appalling past of severe child abuse. Before the small farm and a few buildings became the loving home for children that it is today it was a government run home for disabled children. The girls were systematically raped by the director and children were chained to a short wall outside, beaten and left there all day. The home eventually closed and during the revolution in Nicaragua the rebel army took over the place and trained child soldiers while keeping young girls as sex slaves. Krystal’s dreams now made sense and feelings of fear and unease around certain parts of the grounds matched the history of abuse. It was clear that we were being attacked by the same oppressive spirits of fear that had held captive countless children over decades of unspeakable cruelty.
God has done such an amazing Job of cleansing Cicrin of its painful past but the spiritual warfare was still going on and after more than a few sleepless nights we banded together as woman of war going to battle for each other. In our dorm 5 girls began to pray. Answering the call of nature, I left an intense game of uno to use the bathroom. When I stepped into the dorm the girls had just started praying. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I wanted to be a part of it, God brought me in just in time and we later realized that we happened to be 3 girls from team Pnuma and 3 from team lovebound, perfectly balanced to support each other. A few of us received visions of the abuse that had taken place in certain rooms and an image of the spirit that was lingering over Krystal’s bed. We spoke directly to the spirits, rebuking them, casting them out and claiming the place for the Kingdom of Jesus. After we had anointed and prayed over each room we worshiped with songs fitting to what had just happened. We sang “there is power in the name of Jesus to break every chain…â€� and “God of the Angel armies, you are mighty to save…â€�
We felt led to stand on the balcony and pray over the grounds as well. We worshipped more and shared visions God was giving us. Believing fully in the power of prayer I had had an image in my mind of demons like shadows screaming in fear and fleeing the grounds as angels of light swooped in to defend this new holy ground. As I shared it Jacinda mentioned how she had received the same vision but wasn’t sure how to articulate the moving light and darkness she had seen. God gave us each a piece of the puzzle and putting them together we understood and praised Him even more!
I find when I am passive, just focusing on the troubles of the world it weighs so heavily on my heart that I can’t muster the strength to pray with authority, I merely cry out to God asking “why?� as if He had over looked the suffering before my eyes. But when using the authority God gave me, when trusting that my prayers are powerful and effective, when speaking to the mountains commanding them to move, and when claiming a place or soul for the kingdom I am so filled with the joy of the spirit that I will actually start laughing during prayer with a grin from ear to ear. Even in serious situations the Lord will fill me with so much peace and happiness knowing that He has complete control over the issue that I couldn’t stay sad or worried if I wanted to.
That was the last night of nightmares for Krystal and the last time any of us were over taken by fear at Cicrin. Even the most troubled child at Cicrin changed a great deal over night, normally rude and resistant to authority he began to open up to us in friendship. All it took was 6 little women standing together to pray out the demons.
