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"Tracy's Tragedy & Triumph"
Tracy was only 7 years old when his daddy died of Cancer. He was given the choice of staying at Grandpa's house in Grand Haven or attending the funeral. Tracy chose the latter. He wanted to say "Good-bye". Everyone was so proud of the way he was handling his dad's death. He seemed so brave and strong. What we didn't know was that he was turning all of his emotions inward. His behavior became strange, he had to touch whenever he passed someone. It didn't matter if it was a caress or a hit, as long as it was a touch. His usually sereine nature became agressive, and his temper was on a short fuse.would become so enraged that he would suffer blackout periods and not know what he had done. We started counselling at age 9 and this helped for a time. When he was about 13, he started on a road that he kept hidden from me for almost 8 years. He was introduced to marijuana. I feel badly that I did not see the signs, I was very naive about drugs. Tracy did a good job at keeping his addiction hidden, at least from me. He was 20 years old when he began callling to God for help. He asked Jesus to take the desire for the marijuana away and his prayer was answered immediately. The only problem was that Satan had taken the opportunity, while Tracy was in a weakened state, to take possession. The Lord did remove the need for the pot and it was at that time that Satan began to fight desperately for Tracys soul. He put unhealthy pictures and thoughts into Tracy's mind, he began to pummel Tracy physically from the inside. One morning, after we had been to several churches and found one that seemed to be right for us, Tracy came to me in fear. "Mom", he said, "Please call the pastor and Roger (Big Brother) and ask them to come and help me." I asked him what was wrong and he said that he saw the word "kill" in his head. When I asked him who he was supposed to kill, his voice became strained, his eyes changed from hazel to steely gray and he said, "You, Mom!"
"Aren't you afraid?" I said no, he asked, his voice getting higher and tighter, "Why?" He had become very cocky and beligerent (totally unlike my son). I told him, looking him straight in the eyes, "Because, you are not my son". Immediately, the eyes and voice returned to normal and the tears began. To make a very long story somewhat shorter, after a three week stay in the hospital and some sessions with a hypnotherapist, things escallated even further. At one visit to the therapist, she asked me if I believed in possession. I said that I was open to it, because it was in the Bible that Jesus cast out demons. She said that she thought Tracy was possessed and from that point on, there would be no fees as the help she would give Tracy (under the guidance of her mentor) would be in Jesus' name. Shortly thereafter, the mentor took over completely. She even helped him to find a job. One particular morning, Tracy was in obvious distress. His body was being assaulted from the inside. I could hear the thuds as the blows struck him, his whole body jerked as he was being beaten. I called the therapist (she was also an ordained minister) and she said to bring him to her right away. We went to her home and she began a "casting out". It was on that day, that the Lord blessed and honored me by allowing me to see the first of the demons to leave my son. Tracy was placed in the center of the room, there were two others there as prayer warriors, the therapist, and me. At first nothing happened, I was sitting at the side of the room, holding the Bible and praying. She prayed to Jesus for deliverance and demanded that the demons leave in Christ's name, but nothing. After a short break at noon time, she had me place my hand on Tracys' head and continue to pray with my eyes closed. At one point, the religious things she had placed on Tracys' lap (a Bible, a picture of Christ) flew off. Shortly after that, I saw, in my minds' eye, bright pink smoke entering my vision from Tracy's direction. It swirled around, gathering together and then separating. Behind it was inky blackness. Then it began to leave my vision from the opposite side, toward the window that had purposely been left open. The lady to my immediate left shivvered as the smoke left my view. The first of the three things was gone!!! On the next visit, the remaining ones were cast out as well. I feel that the Lord used this woman as His Vessel to heal my son and save him from a fate worse than death. Blessed be the name of the Lord Jesus Christ!
Tracy is doing well now. He is 30 years old and no longer smokes pot or has the desire to do so. He does not drink beer or liquor. He has a wonderful job at Ameritech (going on two years now), his previous job lasted over two years as well (the company went bellly up). He does get anxiety attacks if he does not take his medication, but he is no longer under the influence of the evil one.
He was engaged for awhile, but they each grew in different directions, and they separated on friendly terms. Her little girl (who's birth father is deceased) knows Tracy as "Papa" and sees him often (at least a couple of days a week).
Tracy's Triumph comes in the realization that the Lord will come to the rescue if you but believe on Him and call upon Him for help. Tracy now looks forward to someday finding a soulmate to share his life with.~
by "Bobbi"
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