Today is the last of our fear-themed Miracle Mondays. We're concluding with a story from Sister Michelle Watson. We also really need more submissions for November's theme — see below!
The lights dimmed in the movie theater where my husband and I were spending a Friday date night. We were whisked through a series of snappy previews, and then the feature presentation began.
But then something very, very strange happened.
Completely out of the blue — for no reason whatsoever — this overwhelming feeling washed over me. It was intense — like I'd drunk a cup of pure adrenaline laced with dread and nausea. I felt compelled to jump out of my seat and exit the theater. Heart pounding. Stomach turning. Hands clammy. Get up! Get out of here!
I've never had such a strong physical reaction come over me with absolutely no prompting or rationale behind it.
"If I get up and leave with no explanation, my husband is going to think I'm crazy. It's going to ruin date night," I thought. "This movie is just a courtroom drama … I must be overreacting…"
Cut to the chase — I stayed in my seat.
As the movie's story unraveled, what I thought was a story about a historical legal case was actually a suspense thriller about a guy who kidnapped and murdered hapless children at random.
This was not what I'd bargained for!
The film put horrible images in my mind — ones I'd never think up on my own. I had no idea there was such evil in the world. I was thoroughly freaked out. An icy hand of fear gripped my heart … and squeezed.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I gripped the edge of my bed sheets and peered into the dark recesses of my closet, thinking that at any moment something terrifying would emerge. Or worse — someone right now in the real world is perpetrating the same horrifying deeds that I saw on screen … killing kids! Innocent children and babies! I imagined the beloved little ones in my life falling into the hands of a deranged lunatic like the one the movie depicted.
I was literally tortured by these thoughts. And I use the word "literally" literally.
The fear didn't last for just one night. It followed me…like Pig-Pen's raincloud. The next morning, I woke up tense. I went to work and followed my daily routine, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the images out of my mind or shake the feeling of unease and fear that gripped me. Why?!
Finally, I realized that the Lord had given me fair warning — with that out-of-the-blue urge to gallop out of the movie theater during the opening credits. Now I realized it was a sort of premonition, a prompting. Oh, if only I'd listened!
It took two solid weeks of praying — and even anointing! — for me to finally shake that dogged fear. It's an experience I'll never forget, and it taught me an important lesson. I need to be careful about what I let enter my mind and heart. Evil is just as real as good, and if I open the door, it's ready to stampede my sanity like a bull in a china shop.
Needless to say, I've been a much better doorkeeper of my inner eye since then. Even though I learned a lesson, I'd never repeat the experience given the chance to live it over again.
Missionary Miracles for November
We haven't received many stories for next month's Miracle Monday theme: missionary work. If the Lord has given you an experience that relates to the mission field, the great or divine commissions, or anything else related to missionary work, we'd love to hear about it! Click here to share.
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